” We both laughed and both went into a fitting room. Every once in a while we both came out to show our new outfit and ask what the other thinks abo...t it. I was wearing a short, red skirt, a light blue shirt and a jacket. My dad wore a pair of skinny jeans and a grey wool hoodie. I told him that he looked ridiculous and he agreed. I asked if he needed some help combining his new look. We both went into his fitting room and closed the curtain.I looked at all the stuff he had picked and wondered. .my fetish of sorts), trimmed short with a thin, wispy trail that led up toward her navel. For me, perfect.Kerry just stared at my face, apparently looking for my reaction. My half open mouth probably gave me away."I am not on the pill so we need to use a condom. I don't intend to come home pregnant anytime soon." Kerry, I don't have condoms. My vasectomy has served me well and I have never seen the need to use them for the past 15 or so years (more like 25 years). I can't get you pregnant. I felt a lot better just knowing that she felt that way about me. We completed our dinner and I helped her to clean up the kitchen. I was so relieved to know that she was not mad at me. I didn’t expect Jessica to be so open minded and sweet. After helping her, I went to my room to complete my English assignment. I had been busy working on it for awhile and it was almost completed, when I heard a knock on the door. "Come on in." "I hope I am not disturbing my sweet pie." "No, not at all," I said. Sam grabbed the hem and slowly pulled the dress up over Laura’s head-the only reason either one would accept for breaking contact. As Sam pulled Laura’s dress the rest of the way off, he gasped in delight. Laura knew that Sam would be pleased, and surprised, when he undressed her. Normally, Laura was very prudish, choosing sensible underwear except on the rarest of occasions. Today, however, she had chosen to wear none. Giggling at Sam’s obvious approval, Laura twirled slowly around, letting.