She was topless only wearing a tiny string between her nice round buttocks.She was lying on her back with her eyes closed so I leaned down and kissed ...er on the lips. Then she sat up and asked me how my day had gone. I told her just fine and I asked if she had been a good girl today... That was my way of asking if she had been fucking with another man during my absence. But my loving wife replied she had only gone shopping and later had cleaned the house. Then decided to catch some sun…We were. An attractive woman, with a lovely smile appeared on my screen. She was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Very nice. I pressed 6. Then the image shifted, and this women’s t-shirt was gone; she was wearing a lace bra. I still pressed 6. Next, her shorts were gone, and her bottom features were clearly outlined by her panties. I pressed 7. In the next slide, she was nude. Small breasts, smaller than I like, and a shaved mound. She went back to a 6. This process was repeated. Other women,. She reached out tentatively as though she were petting a questionable dog. "They're so....real!" she said. "Aren't they? Next time you see him he'll be bigger than you." I'll see him tomorrow," Janet said."Well, next time you see them, I meant." Oh, I think I'll be seeing these on a regular basis," Janet said, shifting her hand from one breast to the other. "I've got a little halter I bought from one of those sleazy lingerie catalogs that never fit me but it's perfect for ...." "Sissy. Denim mini? Maybe. Or I could wear nicer slacks; no, too dressy. And then, in the back of my closet, I saw it. A full skirt, just more than knee-length, certainly modest, certainly flirty in an itty-bitty way, and it probably still fit.There's something light and airy about wearing a full skirt. Pencil skirts and most minis were just clothes, practically form-fitting, and in some ways not unlike wearing a pair of jeans. But a full skirt—it's very feminine, it's modest, it certainly isn't.