She even helped me choose the right sexy underwear and the dark grey business suit. The skirt was very short. So short, in fact, that if I bent forwar... my black thong and maybe my pussy would be visible to any observer. The white blouse I wore, was two sizes too small and the two top buttons were open, exposing my black lacy bra. My full firm breasts wanted to burst out of the confines of the material, barely managing to hide the top of my dark nipples and areolae.I was very uncomfortable in. “I like you,” he whispered. “I like you a lot.”I bent my head around and pressed my lips to his. “I like you, too.”“Want to get something to eat?” Could he be any cuter?“Are you hungry?”“Maybe a little.”“I just had a gyro,” I told him. “It was really good. I could go for another. Unless you want some Ritz crackers with cheese. Or some saltines. I can probably put on some chicken noodle soup.”“Some saltines and soup would be great. Do you think I’m a slut?”“No.” I tilted my head and brought my. Well...like girly or something?" John you must stop with this girly stuff! It isn't about being a girlit's about being efficient. Did I say it was about being feminine or didI say efficient?" Efficient Ma'am." That's right John now if you are ever to get what you want from me youreally need to wipe out these ridiculous concerns about being to girlyand stop thinking that way. I thought you figured out what this wasabout, putting you in the top 10% of men. Yes, I let you wear a fewfeminine things. I’m seriously thinking about moving in with him if he’ll have me,” disclosed Connie.“Of course, I will!” I proclaimed.Megan rose from her seat while saying, “I’ll give you two time alone by the fire, good night.”Connie and I looked into each other’s eyes and kissed for a while but never spoke. The kissing was gentle and loving for a long time, and then it started to get needy. As our hands began to roam, Connie spoke up with, “Let’s go back to the blanket and get naked again.”We started off.