I felta cold chill run up my spine causing me to shiver, I quietly gasped andchoked a nervous gulp down my dry throat again at what I was seeing! Sheh...d totally made up Dan's face! Not with the garish makeup the girls hadhim in but makeup with a professional flair that a woman like Mrs.Benson had. But without the wig now and with his hair tucked tightly upunder a nylon stocking cap I could tell it was him!"Hold that post sissy!" she ordered as she continued cinching him intothe corset.He gasped. Heading out to the living room I realized that he was in the kitchen making breakfast, fully clothed. “ There you are, in less clothing than I thought you'd come out here in,” Vince said. “ Well sorry, I wasn't sure where you were, and I didn't think you'd mind anyway. What are you making here?” I asked. “ Well your favorite was pancakes and bacon when we were dating?” Vince asked. “ Yes, I'm surprised that you remember that,” I replied. “ Well you were my favorite girlfriend, I think at. I stared at him and at his ring. I had stopped imagining this day would ever come. ‘Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God,’ I couldn’t remember ever being this excited. I couldn’t wait to call my mother and all of my friends. ‘Yes,’ I said reaching down for him and kissing him while staring at the ring. ‘I love you too,’ I said. As if he was the bachelor on the TV show, The Bachelor, and I was The Bachelorette on that same series of TV shows, he returned my kiss. ‘I love you,’ he said again.. Number seven caused me to thrust my hips in the air in desperation. As the eighth bell tolled, so did I. A climax worthy of the name, my body shaking helplessly with the release, as I fell back on the sofa, drenched in sweat, and finally relaxed.Until a few months ago, I managed to hold down a part-time job as a retail assistant for a horologist. That's a watchmaker. Yes it is. Go look it up. Anyway, I was helping in the shop for this nice old guy, name of Dennis. He had been making and fixing.