I replied contemptuously, "Do you actually believe you're the first man in the
world ever to wear women's underwear?" "No, ma'am!" "Or the ten thousandth?"
"Wow, he never
looked that good." "I did some computer work ... but he's been working
out ... I taught him how." Randall said.
Everything! "Good!" was all I said. As he left I told my receptionist to give his hair a quick spray of her perfume,
a strong, musky, romantic fragrance called "Surrender!" He'd smell of it all
afternoon at work.
His balls were thick
and round, hanging gayblackcock down between his legs. He looked at me and smiled
when he noticed me checking him out. “Come on,” he insisted, “Get
undressed and join me inside. I started to take my clothes off as he
entered the sauna.
My hubby in lingerie, wearing a woman's fragrance! What next? Obviously, lipstick was next.
