Her name was Marsha, and I was just about to ask her where she was when I caught sight of her in the back bedroom, fingering her cunt.and moaning to a...Z-Z-Top tape. As of yet, she had not seen me, so I assessed the situation, and figured it would be better to go back outside and knock before coming in.Her eyes were closed and I knew there wasn't much of a way for her to hear me between her pre-orgasmic moans and "Sharp Dressed Man." She was blowing her first gasket as I turned and went back out. Besides, the way I am dressed today isessential to my closing arguments." But, your honor," the defense attorney continued. "Until today the ADAwas dressed as a man." Stealth, your honor. All my clothes are female. As your honor knowsfrom previous private conversations, I no longer have male clothes.What I was wearing for the trial until today may have looked like maleclothes, but Laura Scott, Amy Vanderbilt and others designed them tofit the bodies of women. What I am usually doesn't have any. The soft legs of her instantly gave me a hard-on and I kept caressing it and enjoyed the same.My wife was giving no change in her expressions and I felt that she was a master actress. A few minutes later, after I stopped the activity, to my surprise I felt her legs touch mine. She ran through her legs underneath my trousers and as far as she could reach she kept cajoling it. I was feeling very nice and kept watching her but she was not showing any signs.We finished our lunch and left. While we. Instead I was about to slip between the covers and sleep when my phone beeped. Claire now messaging me with another ;-) face. It was another picture, this time of Claire asleep on the sofa in the bar and a smiling Andy raising a glass to the camera. I jumped up and slipped my dress back on and headed out to the lift and back to the bar. Claire was fine but drunk and tired and had quite literally passed out after a very eventful day. We picked her up and carried her over to the lift and I teased.