The restaurant catered more to locals who zipped in for their order and then disappeared back into the street. He watched two old ladies, dressed in m...tronly print blouses and proper skirts gossiping over their lunch plates at one of the tables. A pile of chicken bones was the only clue to what they had eaten remaining on their table. Even their beer glasses were completely drained.Hunter noticed a copy of the Wall Street Journal poking out of the side pocket of an oversized purse at their. I wore them a couple of times when I was home alone, hiding them away in an old briefcase when I wasn’t wearing them. Then I bought some white stockings with a ring of ruffled lace round the tops with a pretty pink bow. And a pink lace suspender belt. The colour didn’t quite match the knickers and bra, but it was close enough. A few weeks later I saw a really short pink and black tartan knife pleated skirt in a shop window and I just had to have it. I bought a white blouse at the same time.. I need to make more friends.” He shrugged.Her teeth ground just a little bit.“I’m great at making friends. I’ll get you started on the beginner’s course. Come on, buy me dinner.” She sidled up to him and took his arm.“What? I mean sure. I was going to get some chicken fingers--”“Nope!” Darlene tugged him in a short circle so they were headed back the way he came. “I just spent nine hours there. Besides, you need to open your eyes to more tastes of the city.”“You sure?”“Dude, I’m there five, six. Then she sat up, with me still inside her and said, that this was wonderful. She said I was the first man since her husband to make love to her. I told her she was my first too, and she smiled and kissed me.I could feel my cock deflating some, but she didn’t move. She said she so wanted to do this the other night, and felt disappointed when I left that evening. I told her that I did not want to make such a bold move on her, for fear that I would be rejected and look like another typical guy..