I blushed a bright red and stammered out a reply, "Uh, yes, sorry."Karen was smiling. "I wore them for you, because I know that you like garters and h...ose." she said.I really blushed now. This all had come out one night after work at the bar, after Brad had left and Karen and I had stayed and had a few more drinks. We had talked about women and clothes and turn-ons, and before long I had told her about how I liked to dress as a woman. I told her about liking the sexier clothes and lingerie. She. I passed the store many times, but never actually stopped until that Thursday…I had gotten off at 3 that day instead of the usual 5 pm, so as I pulled out of the parking garage, I thought that maybe this would be the day I checked out the book store. I drove south until I was at the exit for the store.I pulled off the highway and into the parking lot and noticed about 20 cars there. I’d never been in an adult bookstore and arcade before, and I felt a little nervous about going in. In fact I was. He wass like a poor guy and he didnt have sex that often and he really wanted to have sex more often because it made him feel good. so he was sitting in his house actually it wasn't his house but he lived there like a homeless person and he hadd no clue who owned it and he'd been living there so long he thooought of it as his own, and he was thinking of how to get his nut out. he wanted to bust a nut in a slut. but he could not do that because he was a homeless man and he smelt like shit so no. Amazingly, she didn't argue or try and emasculate me as usual, she just pleaded with me to come home. I simply told her I had to do this, or I would never be any good to her. She seemed to accept the situation with a lot more grace than I ever would have thought, and we hung up with the promise I would call her again in a few days.The girls were still sleeping when I awoke. Crystal's bag was open, and she was wearing only a thin white tank top and panties. She was attractive, with long red.