Her bed was a full size, with a quilt as blue as the ocean. Pillows were leaning against a wooden headboard. “I like your room.” “T...anks, I just had it done.” She was silent for a moment, then looked away from me. “Valerie,” she said, still looking away, “there’s something you haven’t cared to admit to me yet, and I wish you would.” Her gaze turned back on me. “Haven’t you ever done this before?” “Done…done what?” I stuttered, trying to steer around what. I noticed that his eyes flicked back and forth over my cleavage before they fixed on my face. I guess I didn't really blame him...Ordinarily I probably would do the same thing when I saw a pretty, well-endowed woman. Still, I scooted back in the uncomfortable chair, doing my best to make sure that the short black dress covered as much of my shapely thighs as possible. "Look, miss," Morton said, "You can tell me as many fairy tales as you want, as long as we come up with an explanation about why. We made it from the same materials and we padded it inside so it’s comfortable to wear.”I pulled it on and settled the chin strap. “It’s perfect!” I exclaimed, overwhelmed. “It barely even feels like I’m wearing it. The whole costume is perfect. I don’t know how to thank you enough for this!”“It’s not quite perfect,” he admitted and took me over the the workbench. I thought he was going to make an adjustment to the suit, when he twitched a cloth aside and I had to remind myself to. There was a woman in his bathtub. Naked and wet, with long caramel colored hair that swept along her shoulders and she had deep green eyes. Her skin was creamy and pale and she had large breasts which were perky and dripping with water. She gazed at Matt longingly, inviting him in with her large eyes and she stood up from the tub, splashing water against the sides and onto the floor. He was stunned at the sight of this beautiful, naked women, bathing in his tub and he carefully walked towards.