I mentioned our renovation plans to Jack, one of my coworkers, whilecomparing our workloads at home as well as at our paying profession,and he pointed...out a quaint little oriental trade shop a few blocksfrom work. Having never heard of it, I made a mental note to go checkit out at lunch later. In the mean time, the monotony of work beckonedand we needed to return.Once lunch finally rolls around, I asked Jack if he'd be interested inchecking out the oriental shop, but he had a meeting or some. We left that place and I took her to one of those places that sells donated clothing. I told her to pick out anything she wanted as long as it was not revealing. She looked around and came back with a blouse and pair of slacks. ‘You want only one change of clothes? Go look for a change for every day of the week, a couple of sweaters, coat, and some shoes. Some of the items can be casual but find some nice dress up items too.’ Her eyes opened wide and she returned to the racks to add to her. Susan giggled as I snuggled up close."Hello," she whispered. "Have we met?" Permit me to introduce myself," I said, mimicking her bantering tone. "I'm a man of wealth and taste." You taste good!" Susan said, grinning. "And smell good, too."She pushed up against me, rubbing her pussy on my thigh again, dragging it slowly and deliberately up and down. My boner swelled between us, digging into her stomach."Please to make your acquaintance, you devil, you," she said. I leaned forward and pressed my. I was stationed at Vandenburg, before it was a rocket and missile testing center. We were a short trip from the beach. And it was a nude beach. The weather was nice most of the time, and nearly always warm enough to go naked, outside. She LOVED to go there. She loved to be naked as much as she could. If she wasn't naked, it was in sheer, or nearly so, clothes. She got turned around at the gate, many times, for showing too much skin. She got to carrying a skirt, and a sweater, in the car, when.