I sat."You have a really pretty smile," he said. I favored him with one in response.His eyes dropped, staring at my non-tits. I was embarrassed."I hav...e no tits," I explained unnecessarily."That doesn't matter," he said. "You're sexy anyway." He gently put his hand on my leg. The part that he touched was covered by my nightgown, but still, he touched it. My pussy gushed as if I were masturbating. I slid closer to him until my leg was touching his. He took that, quite rightly, as an invitation to. I placed my wig on my head, and pulled thehair back into a ponytail on top of my head. I then went over to mydresser, and pulled out my lingerie for the day. A pair of light blueFrench cut panties with a lot of lace throughout, and a matching long linebra went on my body. I inserted my breast forms and ran my hands down overmy new shape. Since I was just doing work for the day, I decided to go with a pair ofnude hose. Although stockings were very sexy, there was something amazingabout the feel. We started chatting normally and he was sitting a little away from me. He started asking me about his son, our married life and all. I was replying normally and he continued to discuss. All this while, I noticed that he was slowly coming closer to me while talking. I did not feel insecure at that as I trusted him completely. I was near the window and after around 15-20 minutes of talking, he was sitting very next to me and talking very normally. I did not react and continued to chat with. "Present?" he stumbled out."It's in the bedroom," Hope offered. Then, "Oh, my goodness, I really..." Too late to get cold feet now," Bobby teased. "Grab his hand and let's go show it to him."Hope, her face already starting to color, held out her hand to Art. "Come on before I chicken out."Inside the bedroom, a moment later, they stood looking at the wall where a picture frame hung with its back to them. Art was beginning to get an inkling of what was going on – or so he thought."Well, that's a.