The whole drive over to her house had me wondering just how much trouble I was going to be in.Watching her bounce her way out to the truck, I knew tha...t her good mood was going to be gone quick. Ellie got in the truck giving me a kiss. Guess she sensed something was wrong, as she moved back while giving me a “what the hell!” look.“What’s going on? You don’t seem happy to see me; that was like kissing my grandma.”“It’s not that.”“Well, what is it then?”“Well. I ... uh. So, there’s this. I saw a lovely woman that I wanted to get to know. I would be lying if I said that the thought of having sex with her didn't excite me, but I had dreams of having something more with her than sex.After that night I began to stop at Angelo's a few times a week even thought it was a bit expensive for my budget. Sometimes for dinner, sometimes for just a beer and a slice of pizza. Each time I went to Angelo's I managed to engage Judy in conversation. In time I was able to find out that she was. I knew perfectly well he was teasing Mom in that deadpan way he has, but it was certainly a peculiar kind of joke, and not funny at all to me. I went out the kitchen door and walked down the tree-lined street, keeping to the shade as much as I could, until I got to the malt shop.I was mildly pissed off, but somehow kept thinking about wearing a dress, wondering what it was like, and it got me hard. I had to stop and adjust my cock up against my belly, tucking it under my belt so it wouldn't. The comb-shrouded little battery shaver buzzed over my pussy lips so exquisitely that all strength ebbed from my arms and legs. Jillian just watched, dumbfounded, as ten seconds later I felt Laura’s cool breath blow away the clippings. I felt her tickle my new panties up my ankles and over my knees. She pulled me up then helped me get back up on my feet. Laura tugged the panties’ waistband up over my hips, smoothed down my skirt then picked up her calculator and began to tally up my.