I felt really bad so next time we went out I wore a really sexy black number and she was in jeans. We both laughed about this. I said I loved dressi...g up and whenever we went out from that point we would try out our new clothes.My husband laughed about it. He got used to seeing me go out in an evening and joked, ah your meeting Collette again.One evening Collette wore the skimpiest, flimsy little top and a little black skirt. She looked ravishing. I kept on going on about her legs. At the. -“I am talking about the other day, in your place" - he addedMy blood ran cold, not only he had the nerve to remind me that morning but he assumed I was doing it consciously!He must have read my face because I was passing from shocked to outraged and all kinds of colors should have flown through my face, so he added before I could say anything:-"Please excuse my presumptuousness, I thought we could have that level of confidence after having shared such a degree of intimacy"- He saidI was. After two hours picking the Doll of my Dreams, Jasmine was her name, chosen by me. When checking out the site, I read that the delivery time would be around six weeks, enough time for me to get ready for Jasmine's arrival. I bought her clothes, shoes, bras, panties; all the things she would need. I had arranged for her to be fully dressed when she arrived, so I could fulfill my fantasies as two women meeting for the very first time. Closer to her delivery time, I checked with the delivery. “It has another name, too, Michael.”“Oh?” I was more interested in what was under her blouse.“It’s called La mano de la Virgen.“When I realized what the words meant I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.“‘The hand of the Virgin?’ I can guess what the priests think of that, Sofía.”Her smile was broad as she continued to undress.“Who cares?”She was right, of course.It must have been after midnight by now and the rain had almost stopped. There was still a light drizzle, mostly mist, but the heat.