..... Done! Do my lipstick last of all. It's only 08:50.I make my way back to the wardrobe where I keep my 'smalls', once I'vefound the bra and panty ...et required, I take off my robe and feel mybreasts sway and almost pull me forward as I bend over to pull mypanties up my smooth, silky legs. To add to the femme experience, Iusually also wear a panty liner, for comfort and realism. My lingerie ismostly silk and satin and I chose a matching set, that are black satinwith sheer lace front with a. He'd need a job- no problem, as he'd been working his entire life. He'd need a strange, massive cell called an apartment, and a vehicle, and a partner, and tax records, and a doctor, and a wristwatch, and this and that and this, until his head felt like exploding at the sheer volume of things needed.But he wouldn't need that, he told himself. The affair was so quiet that he could get an assignment to a new station, he could keep his damn head down this time, and he could live a long, quiet life. I told Victor to switch seats with me. Now I was facing him and the three men. My hubby grinned at me; saying I was being "bad", by teasing those men who tried to be not obvious looking at me…I smiled and then I crossed my legs and my skirt rode up to mid way between my knees and labia. Then I uncrossed them slowly and kept my legs a little wide apart...Next I twisted in my chair toward the men with my skirt still high and my legs parted....I told Victor that the three men were now staring at. “Oh no, you don’t,” she replied, picking up her bra from where it had fallen onto the floor. “I want to remember this for the rest of the day”. Shrugging the straps back over her shoulders, without further ado she slipped her still sticky breasts back into the cups. Globules of thick spunk oozed through the lacy holes and over the top. These she wiped off with her finger; raising it to her nose, she sniffed the salty aroma and purred in pleasurable recollection, before slipping the finger into.