" What's that?" asked Kendra."It's where they examine and compare known writings to the questioned document," said Bob. "That's what will confirm that...Marlowe was who actually wrote this." Oh," said Kendra. "So we're happy?" We're very happy," said Bob, grinning."Well, if you're happy, then I'm happy," she said."What every man wants to hear a woman say," said Brady.They were on their way back home. That was primarily Bob's decision and he made it, like many men would have, based on a completely. She knelt down in front of me. I had a feeling I would bewearing similar boots very soon. Mary showed me how to roll on mystockings, adjust and attach the suspender belt.I was by now feeling so resigned to the process and decided I might aswell try to enjoy it. I cupped my breasts in my hands and rubbed myhands down over the clothes I was wearing. This was avwhole newexperience and I was starting to feel quite aroused."Bring my boots then," I said to Mary. "You'd better show me how towalk. He still felt somewhat confused at the mixture ofemotions he had experienced at wearing a dress. On the one had it waspretty straightforward, part of his brain was simply screaming out thatit was wrong. But a part of him, after the initial shock, had actuallyenjoyed the feel of the taffeta against his skin. He also found the palepink colour pleasing. He was unsure however what it all meant.He glanced at the clock, very aware that he another meeting with Deborahlater that evening so that she. ’Damn I thought. . . . that was quick. I looked myself over in the mirror. I had kept my 5’7 body lean as always, I couldn’t have weighted more than 145lbs, lightly tan smooth skin, my thick dark hair was just to the tip of my shoulders. I was glad I had just gotten waxed a few days before that would save time. I stripped down and jumped in the shower rinsing off and started to quickly use my razor to clean up a few areas. I got out drying off as quick as possible. I applied lotion to my skin.