”“Once again, the beautiful bride is smarter than her husband,” I said reaching for my laptop.“It’s about time you figured that out,” she ...said with swagger and a giggle.“Our last show before we likely open at the Mansion is currently PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. Do you want to move that, or add GREASE to just before our Anniversary week back here? It’s your decision to make, my dear ... we are a couple and I need you to make this decision.”“I like your idea of doing it in November. It needs the pomp. ”“That’s good. We can use the extra hands,” she said cryptically.“Interesting. So my help isn’t needed and Lilly is exiled to her friend’s place to occupy her, but you’re grateful for Lana to be around to help out? Suspicious. Deeply suspicious. When do I find out what this is all about?”“Tonight. I think it’ll be pretty obvious once you lay eyes on it,” she admitted. “We wanted it to be a surprise for tomorrow, but it needs some work to set it up, so you’ll get to see it tonight.”“Okay,” I. What was Itrying to prove? Was I trying to see how long I could stand not matching?How can women do this to themselves? Am I the only one that would let thisbother me? I decided to go onto a transvestite chat line and ask thequestion.Well, girls? Do any of you find it disgusting that I'm wearing nylonpanties and a cotton bra? Is it so important that a girls' bra and pantiesshould coordinate a closely as possible. Is purple and pink a terriblecombination? Is there a place I can go to ask about. She had small, delicate, high-arched feet, and the skin inside the arch was thin and supple.My dick was getting uncomfortable in my pants.I did the other foot, and then her calves, feeling the way the skin covered the firm muscles so tightly. There wasn't much fat on this woman.I stroked the long muscles of her legs.And then I was at the top of her thighs, and the only unprotected skin left was on the cheeks of her ass. Somehow as I worked my way up her body, I had drawn closer and closer to.