He claims he doesn't even own a pair of panties now! He hasadmitted he has a makeup fetish and he has to force himself tolook away when he sees women ...pplying makeup. (I catch himpretending not to look when I touch mine up.) I asked him ifhe'd like to try some of my lipstick and his reply was "Let'snot open Pandora's box". He said if he let me do it once he'djust want to do it more and more and he doesn't want to gothere. I would really like him to start dressing again and wouldlove to take him. “Go on!” she prompted.I licked my fingers and nervously and half heartedly touched my crotch through my pyjama bottoms.“Does it feel good?”“It's aright, I suppose” I said.“You're going to have to get rid of those trousers to feel the benefit. Don't be shy, take them down, I'm naked”.I nervously lowered my trousers to my knees.“Wow”, she giggled, “that's quite a bush! Some guys will go nuts for that”. I looked down and it looked like a tangled birds nest compared to her neatly trimmed one.“Now. She turned to find the table in the dining room set and her chair pulled out. She smiled and sat down wondering what was next. No sooner had she sat down he came through the kitchen door carrying two large plates which he sat on the table,one in front of her and one beside. He just finished preparing the plates when he heard her taking her seat and he knew it was time to make his entrance. He picked up the plates, pushed open the door, and stepped out into the dining room. He set the plates. Fortunately, since I had again forgotten to cover the seats in my Jap Jeep, it had not rained over night. The cloth top was ragged, the body was rusty, and the windshield was broken, but it ran like a dream, okay like a child’s bad dream. Still, it got me most anywhere I wanted to go. That day it got me to the office of Airport Taxi. It was a descriptive name, though lacking in imagination. Martin the more than slightly overweight dispatcher glanced at me as I entered. ‘Good thing you are on.