I reckoned that once Ihad that on, I was going to look so incredibly sexy thatI'd probably have an orgasm just looking at myself.The skirt didn't fit!... I couldn't get it to slide over myhips and bum. I made certain the zip was fully open, andthe waist fastening was undone, but there was no way I wasgoing to be able to pull it up.Then I had my brainwave. I could pull it over my head.Well, my head wasn't a problem, of course. I even managedto wriggle it over my fairly broad shoulders, but when. But, believe me, it was quite large and quite hard! I quickly look at my husband, hoping he didn’t realize just how taken I am with this stranger. But I have nothing to fear, because he, too, can’t stop staring at him, his mouth open and his eyes glazed. I realize that my original fantasy will now be replaced with a second one, a fantasy that is actually more my husband’s than mine. My loving husband has had an ongoing fantasy for years, one that I’m going to try to make come true this. I remember it was the first week of June. I was getting ready for my tuitions, sitting the couch waiting for my breakfast. She was getting late so I went to the kitchen to remind her. I heard her speaking to someone in a very sexy tone. Assuming it to be my dad I left smiling. I got my breakfast at 11 and after having that, I left at 12, half an hour earlier than usual. My mom asked that why I am leaving early. In reply, I said we have planned to meet early. I left and reaching just on the gate. I’ve never had a friend before.’ She reached out and placed her tiny hand on my shoulder, ‘Thank you for being my friend.’ Well that set us both off. We cried, we hugged and we cried some more. After we calmed down and glugged some more of her wine, she said, ‘And then there was Alan. Apart from the love, you know what he gave me?’ ‘What?’ ‘When I’m with him I feel safe. I’m not scared… Of anything. Oh a little scared maybe, but only about my secret, about what would happen when I told him. But.