"And how does it make you feel?" Nice. More... womanly, I guess." Interesting choice of words." Why?" Never mind. Do you think you'd put it on again? ...Do you feel like youwant to wear bras again in the future? Or could you take it off now andthen never put on another one?" I..." I am disturbed by her question, it makes me uncomfortable andfidgety. But ultimately there is only one honest answer. "I want to wearit again," I mumble, supremely embarrassed."Do you see the suitcase?" Morgen points.. She certainly wasn’t a great beauty and at best I’d say she was a bit plain. Thirty-four-year old Imelda also seemed very reserved and shy, not someone you’d expect to be involved in swinging. On the other hand, the husband Desmond was very outgoing and quite “American” in his attitude. There was no “reserved Englishman” in his personality. As I said, I had met them at the first party and though we didn’t swap with them I did like them both very much and Imelda was very helpful in answering my. I reached behind her, bending down, with my left hand on her shoulder and kissing her exposed skin, lifting her top further above her black bra strap. Trish gave out a giggle, as I continued kissing and feeling her back all over. I got up on my feet, so did she, as we engaged in passionate kissing, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. We started undressing each other in the process, as my lips descended downwards towards her breasts, via her neck and arms. I couldn’t resist her dark. I just asked Charlie to go to the store and get some more beer so you should have a clear shot."Another voice laughed and said, "Yeah, if there isn't a line" and they all started laughing as I quietly made my way back up the stairs and left the house.If there had been any doubt in my mind that it was my Loretta they were talking about it was gone now. I was the only Charley that birthday boy had sent out for beer. I still didn't know what kind he wanted, but out of spite I was going to get him.