I pulled another shirt up, "This one came back with a little stain, last time, Rose." I showed her the discoloration on the pale blue oxford cloth. A ...tain it had not had when I took it to the shop last Thursday."Oh," she said mournfully. "I fix, no charge," she snagged the shirt quickly, made a note on my order and put a special tag on the shirt, smiling all the while.I felt relieved. That had been positively painless. I knew that sometimes there could be big arguments with dry cleaners, it. Her pussy looked clean and tasty. She saw me and my dick. I was surprised and came out immediately although I intended to stay there forever watching her naked. After some time she came out. I said sorry. She said at such early time she never used to use the curtains and she said sorry too. The day went on normally.At night I wanted to get her laid at any cost. So I thought I will have a casual convo and then make my move. So I went to her room but she wasn’t there. I called out to her but no. That was the beginning our chats on phone. We slowly were more comfortable and started to talk over the phone once a while when she was comfortable. We then exchanged our photographs for the first time and liked each other.About her, she was of 35 with 5.4 height dusky and with whatever glimpse I got in the pics, felt she was 36C 32 36 which later I felt my guess was so correct :)So our phone chats and conversations continued for almost 3-4 months and finally, she once said she decided to take. I looked at myself inthe mirror, seeing just how much of my generous bosom Sophie insistedon showing off. I looked like the usual dolled up woman you see in anygiven bar. I had called a co-worker, Cindy, earlier in the day. She wascoming to pick me up and was due to arrive any minute. When Cindyarrived she looked more or less like me, only with a head of curvyblonde hair and a few extra pounds around her waist.Inside I was screaming to try and say something to her, to try and tellher who I was..