Bayergirl suggested very promtly, we would be better by her, at the house, because she, like me are very well known in the area.the following day, fri...ay, i was rather felling excited at going to her farmhouse, which is only about 10 miles from me.as sure as heck, there she was, at 11.45 waiting.i followed her up the narrow road to her house.where she lived, i knew roughly because i had been there a couple of times.on going into her house i asked if it was ok, not that her man or anyone may see. "It was a Friday morning and I would soon be heading off for a longweekend of golf with my long time friend and golfing partner Mark. Wehad been off on other golfing weekends, but this one would be different,the hotel we were going to stay at was hosting at TV/CD golf weekend.My cross-dressing had started many years earlier, I think I was around10 when I first stepped in to a pair of panties and slipped into adress. From there on there would be no turning back. I took everyopportunity to dress. Maybe I could make this work for us both.It took a while to prepare, but almost a fortnight after I'd sneaked into his study, I decided to let Steve had what he wanted. In a way, it was too easy, since Steve had already written the script for me. As we were preparing for bed, I dawdled. Once Steve was in bed I picked up a packet of Haines pantyhose and sat down beside him. "Do you like these?" I asked, drawing them out of the packet. Steve looked surprised, and maybe a little nervous, but. I've brought some skirts fromMode Ladieswear."Geraldine was never caught for words, but on this occasion she foundherself swallowing. Choking even, but she turned the moment into aslight cough, then a smile. "How lovely. Miss Constance Couture's salesrepresentative." She put her tongue in her cheek to prevent a growingsmile. "And your name is...?" Armand. Armand Flowers, ma'am."Geraldine smiled faintly and stood back, the way a spider invites a flyinto its parlour. "You had better come in," she.