" I'm just saying housework is a woman's job and men like me don't wearskirts."Before I woke up the following morning Sarah took my two pairs of jeans...nd my suit trousers from the cupboard.She opened my drawers and removed the boxer shorts and socks that shefound there and replaced them with the bra and pantie sets and tightsthat she had bought for me on her last shopping trip.She also put in two sports bras she had bought for me before putting thematching yoga pants in my wardrobe.I don't know. ” She explained. “Do you like me totally blonde then?” “Love it!” I leaned over and kissed her clitoris without thinking making her jump as if she,d been touched by electricity. “Hey I Didn,t tell you you could kiss me there!” she chuckled and peeled my boxers off to plant a kiss on the tip of my bulbous knob. “Mm You taste good Joe Taylor!” She sighed dreamily. “I flicked my tongue inside her pussy flaps to get a taste of her inner pussy. “So do you Miss Adams.” I returned her move. I,d seen. I immediately called a taxi and then stood on the corner in the rain getting absolutely drenched. You can imagine what the rain did to my dress. It was totally transparent - as though I wasn't wearing anything. Literally everything was visible.The taxi pulled up and I jumped in the back seat. The driver was an older man (about 50 I guess). His eyes were bugging out as he turned to look at me and ask me where I was going. I could feel the wet dress sticking to my skin as he stared for a few. My own orbs were less prominent and rounded. I picked a flowery, flouncy knee-length skirt and a white peasant top of meshy, clinging cotton and silk. Sans bra, the shape and color of my large nipples showed through discreetly. To maintain my hippie image I wore no makeup except a little face powder and combed my hair, streaked with gray, into a pony tail. I was too old to be wearing a pony tail, but it kept my hair in order with a minimum of fuss.Ready and anxious for my night out, I sallied.