Turning the corner from the front door into the living room, there was my wife, Valerie. She was 5' 6" tall, 125 lbs and 34A-28-36. She was wearing a ...tunning new outfit: a then current fashion white halter top dress, white hosiery and white 3 inch high heels. She had foot surgery just three months before and no one expected her to be able to wear high heels again. Her make up was very nice. Her eye shadow emphasized her brilliant blue eyes and her lips were very red. The dress itself had a. Sometimes magnified by glasses, sometimes not – but always compelling and disturbing. Strangely different, but somehow the same. In the dreams, those eyes bored into his soul, even as they engaged in the most passionate, intense and sensual lovemaking imaginable – fucking like practiced old lovers, with no inhibitions and nothing held back. Weirdest of all was the strange double perspective he seemed to have in the dreams – as if he were both himself and someone else. He felt emotions he. "I walk out of the bedroom and leave you to get dress. You start to get dressed...First the panties. Once you slip your feet through the holes and pull them up, you realize they are crotchless. It is subtle, but there is a slit in them, so they will not have to be removed (unless someone wants them removed).Next the stockings. As you bunch them up to put them on your feet you realize these aren't like the normal drug store stockings you wear with an elastic band at the top. These are true silk. .. if I really had one.“Can I buy you a drink?” Someone talked to me.Glanced over at him, I saw a face which was my favorite type.So I nodded my head yes.And then, of course, what we had was not only a drink.“I think you’re just my style.” He raised his who-knows-refilled-how-many-times cup to my eyes. On which I wrinkled my nose, and sighed to myself: He had no idea what he was talking about. This idea upset me so much that I took one more drink, And one more.At last, we both got really.