They loved my new black-patent 5-inch heels with the cute little straps and the two-tone cuban-heel stockings along with it. My wife never care for th... tan stockings with the black seams and heels, but changed her mind when she finally saw them on me. They mentioned that I might have a bit too much jewelry on, but generally thought I looked great. Amy expecially complimented the style of my new bunette wig that fell just past my shoulders and finished my look. I wore a black, chiffon layered. He’ll even bring them over.” I looked at her. “What?” She asked.“I’m trying to figure out how to ask how you know this without sounding like a sexist pig.”“A girl can’t know how to use tools?”“Your mom and her perception of gender roles is a factor here.”She shrugged. “I took a woodshop class for the hell of it. It was that or Office Skills, whatever that is, or Photography, and mom was way too excited about me taking photography so I told her it was full.”“Did you like. He presented it to her, “For the enjoyment of both of us.”She recognized the expensive brand so she carefully opened it. After folding back the red tissue paper, she found three new bra and thong sets, two black, one red.“Oh my gosh Michael, they are beautiful! Let me put this one on.”She slipped it around her, hooked it and adjusted her boobs in the very small cup area.“It is so comfortable but the cups end just below my nipples!”“Exactly the point, pardon the pun, my dear,” he said, grinning. James and I had christened almost every surface of the suite, including the kitchen counter, the small table, the shower, the wall, even the floor at one point. But most of all, the bed. That's where we were now. I was rolled up in the covers while James tugged at them. "Sophie, come on. Give me some of the covers. I'm naked over here." I opened one eye and peered over at him. "I noticed." I snuggled deeper into the covers. It might be childish but he'd brought it on himself. He shouldn't have.