It seemed to shimmer. He had no wrinkles, but he had contours) wore muted colours, a suit perhaps, a tie. This man wore some long cardigan like creati...n which rippled from purple to green; and a hat! A wide hat of dark ... no emerald ... no sea green. His clothes, like him, defied hard description.“Good morning? Walking up to the village? May I join you?” There was another worm, would he? With someone watching?“Sorry...” the man picked the worm up, it was difficult as it was slippery, it took. "Dear Martha,If you believe it may help you to decide as to my guilt or not then by all means make an appointment. I do have some questions myself over Kimberley and what happened, though I will understand if it is too painful for you to answer them.Regards,Peter XXXXXXX"It took a week to arrange, Martha nearly cancelled it due to the media circus whipped up (again) by her brother-in-law. Even the prison staff were involved, seemed there was some sort of pool going on a confession, Martha. Making a show of getting dressed in her lingerie in front of the open window. She rolled the other stocking up her leg attaching both stockings to her matching garter belt. Standing and turning away from the window Dahlia bends over at the waist to pick up the lacy navy blue G-string off the floor, giving the anonymous voyeur a good view of her clean shaved pussy and asshole, she put a foot through each hole then straightening up pulling the garment snuggly in to place. Her young full C cup. To prevent my secret from being discovered I made as trap door in the ceiling where I stored my alter ego's clothing. A pleasant surprise was that t the sun on the tin roof kelp the garments heated up and the smell of the women who had last had them on stayed with them for a long time, which help enhanced my experience. I would pull all the clothing around me while dressed up and smell, lick and suck on deferent women's panties and bras while jerking off, I even had pictures of the women whose.