"I thought about it....you know, around Halloween," he went on. "But Ijust never...." He let the sentence drop, not really sure what else tosay.It was...true that he had considered buying a wig in the past....evengoing as far as actually going into a store and looking at them. But henever went through with it. Buying lingerie was one thing...but a wigwas something a little more extreme. He always felt a bit uncomfortableand self-conscious when he bought anything related to his secretfantasy.. I squeezed them gently, and she leaned forward to kiss me once again. Our embrace was now fuelled by lust, and we devoured the other’s mouth hungrily. She ran one hand roughly through my hair and stroked me gently with the other. She broke away after a moment to encourage my wandering hands.“Lower.”I needed no further encouragement. I obliged her enthusiastically, hardly able to believe my luck. My hands roamed along her hips and gently cupped her ass before I slipped one of them between her. Madame turned as she was leaving the room. ‘Both of you need to wash. I cannot imaging what Sir would think if he could smell this room right now.’ Little One and Edith ran quickly to the shower room and pulled off their dresses and panties. Edith adjusted the shower spray and both stood under it, face to face, their breasts barely touching. ‘I’m going to miss you, Edith,’ Little One said. Edith slid her hand down Little One’s stomach and pressed her fingers into her vagina. ‘I know what you. On the one hand I felt sorryfor him for the pressure he was under, but on the other I hoped hefailed since the intended target of those weapons was London.As I rolled a silk stocking up my leg and clipped it to garter straps atfront and rear, a now familiar action that had become almost routine, Ithought about Hans and Gerda and how pleased she had been to see him. Hehad spent every night of his stay here with her but, due to hercommitments as the village doctor, not every day. His final day.