So this went on for a while. Input was limited to what I could glean from the building with which I am integrated."Star asked "What input and how?" So...rting, analyzing and evaluating illogical subjective emotions in a nonlinear objective way using logic circuits. I think I got a cerebral stress fracture. The whole building is a sensor set. The steel beams are more than they seem. Anyway, finally someone worked out radio and TV, so the input increased. That kept me busy for some time, but it was. They'll give you height, authority, poise and can completely change the mood.' 'But were only going to the church,' I muttered. 'More reason to look your best. The vicars expecting to marry a beautiful bride so you can't disappoint her at the reception.' I frown and look at Paula but she smiles reassuringly glad that its me not her wearing the girlish dress. Not surprisingly I tottered precariously about as both women laughed at my pathetic attempts to master the heels. Mrs Rother gave me some. Below that she on some sort of designer mini skirt that I imagined would just barely give her the required length in school, but here on the couch, nothing was hidden. From the way she looked I would have expected a thong or at least a pair of lace panties that would give anyone who saw them just a taste of her hidden treasures. Instead they were a pair of plain cotton ones just a bit lighter than the color of her skirt.Jill sort of waved me over to them and I began to hear part of their. Before Kathy my entertainment was severely limited; porn movies, mainly; titty bars were good and, of course, the odd glimpse of a couple making out in their car or through an un-d****d widow provided some useful masturbation material. Not that I would ever have jerked off in public; much safer to carry the memory home and masturbate in the comfort of my own house!And then along came Kathy. Unlike my first wife - who I had to hide my voyeuristic tendencies from - she had an open and, in my.