You haven’t changed clothing…still wearing black pants, shirt and boots. Trademark look for you as I have come to find out over the years. I glanc...e down at myself and realize I’m wearing black myself…velvet pants and shirt, leather boots. Interesting. When I look back up, I catch you watching me but can’t quite read the look on your face. The breeze moves against my face, catching my hair as it does so. You reach up, brush your hand against the side of my face and I actually feel my breath. He went into the bathroom tossed hispanties out onto the bed and began his routine.After his daily bathing/shaving ritual, Arron carefully put on herdaytime makeup and then pushed his small penis back between his legsand pulled up the beige gaff. The constricting material gave his fronta smooth facade. He then pulled from his bag a white thong and slippedit over the gaff, hiding it completely. A pair of white shorts coveredthe thong, followed by a hot pink polo shirt and a pair of white. I lightly place a kiss on his lips and tell him to wait on the couch as I go into the bathroom with my bag. I bought something special just for tonight, knowing how much he likes lingerie. As I slip into the bathroom, I start to take things out of my bag. I have a purple and black corset and thigh highs along with a little makeup and body spray. Taking my time just to make him wait I slowly get into the corset and thigh highs and put some of my makeup on my eyes. When I am finished I put my. “Oh, my God,” he mumbled.We got to Guy’s place. I drove up his driveway and turned off the van. I turned to look at them. Carole was looking down as Guy played with her tit. I reached over and ran my hand over the back of her head. “Come on, let’s go inside,” I said. Carole looked up into Guy’s eyes and then leaned in and kissed him. “Come on,” I repeated.I got out of the van. Guy got out the other side and opened the back door of the van for Carole. To Guy’s surprise, but not to mine, Carole.