Not right in the heartof the red light district, but close enough to ensure Sally a ready supplyof punters. The flat was put in Sally's name for obvi...ous reasons and theyspent a fun filled day picking out the furniture.Valerie made an appointment with Mrs Delaney's Couturier and Haberdasher,the dressmaker and couturier who was appointed to provide school uniformsfor the women and girls who attended the Chelmsford Finishing School forYoung Ladies.Sally had gone to great lengths to teach Valerie. She smiled and nodded in acquiescence, taking it and heading to the changing room.As she suspected, this was not meant to be worn without a bra or undershirt. It was so light you could see right through it to her nipples. You could even see the shape of her rib cage and hips. It was practically as good as going topless.“Uhm, I’m not sure about this one...”“Let me take a look.” He walked past the bored and disinterested changing room attendant and to her stall and she opened the door for him,. What made me notice was the nipples were so hard and I could see them poking out of her darker fabric dress. That could only happen if they had no other covering.I also noticed that she and my wife were becoming more touchy feely than usual, and caught them whispering a few times, and of course a couple of giggles exchanged. I decided I would up the ante a little and the next time my wife got close I grabbed her ass and could feel she had no panties on. She was wearing a mid thigh summer dress,. Her eyes fluttered open and locked onto mine, the smile she gave was only amplified by the slight blush that covered her skin. She knew she had been caught and I wondered why she had done this, as well as what was going through her thoughts right then.She had a decent amount of skin showing -wearing a top reminiscent of a tee shirt and panties that looked like boy shorts. I would need to ask her where she got those, as they didn’t seem to be standard issue clothing around here, but I had to.