Odd. She was still wearing the ridiculouspaper gown, but on two chairs beside the bed were two complete outfits.One was the clothes she had worn befor... the operation - jeans, t-shirt,socks, shoes.The other was a female outfit - panties, hose, bra, heels, and dress."Hello?"The room was empty and silent.Curiosity got him off the table and over to the girl's outfit."Why would they put this here? I'm a guy."He touched the dress, and it felt ... good. The odd feeling he'd feltsince waking up faded. Looking around the main room, I realized it was more like a living room with a couch, several chairs, a coffee table and what I thought was an armoire. The armoire turned out to be an entertainment center with doors that concealed a plasma television.I walked around a counter behind the couch, almost expecting to find a small kitchenette, but didn’t. There was a sink, several glasses, and bottles of several types of liquor, all of which were sealed and looked full. We had a wet bar in our. We were an odd couple; he was about 5ft 8ins and built like a bull; I was just over 6ft, and as skinny as a rake. I filled out as I got older, but I've never been much heavier than 15 stone. Harry had been educated at Eton College and I had attended Plaistow Comprehensive. He was posh and I was rough. His accent was upper class Oxbridge, and mine was low class Cockney/Estuary English. On the face of it we had nothing in common, but there was always a strand of friendship between us, even before. I again cupped her boob fully and pressed it. She was wiggling. I stopped and looked at her. I just wanted to check if I am not going far without her nod.She looked at me and kissed me now my lips. I supported well. I moved my hand over her back. I kissed like hell. I inserted my tongue inside her. She licked it completely. I did same to her. Not she met with eyes.Now I stared her right boob and gave the indication. What she did, she unfastened her bra and threw it on bed. I got baffled and.