When is a dress not a dress?
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Emma was supposed to be tidying the drawers in which she keeps lengths of fabric purchased to satisfy her dress-making urges. Feeling frivolous - or randy perhaps - she made a sudden appearance, asking “What do you think of this?” It wasn’t even a dress, and had needed no sewing. It’s simply a length of boob-tubing which we bought last year for next-to-nothing. I’d completely forgotten about it, until Emma pulled it over her naked body and shimmered into the spare bedroom, where I was busy clearing a wardrobe ready for guests. Spotting a photo opportunity - and the chance of a fuck with Emma dressed as a cheap tart - I asked her to put on the highest of her high-heeled shoes, while I dashed to grab my camera. I was surprised how convenient this non-dress is - it goes up like a roller-blind - and within minutes of taking this picture I was splashing around inside her. Lucky old me, I thought.
Emma was supposed to be tidying the drawers in which she keeps lengths of fabric purchased to satisfy her dress-making urges. Feeling frivolous - or randy perhaps - she made a sudden appearance, asking “What do you think of this?” It wasn’t even a dress, and had needed no sewing. It’s simply a length of boob-tubing which we bought last year for next-to-nothing. I’d completely forgotten about it, until Emma pulled it over her naked body and shimmered into the spare bedroom, where I was busy clearing a wardrobe ready for guests. Spotting a photo opportunity - and the chance of a fuck with Emma dressed as a cheap tart - I asked her to put on the highest of her high-heeled shoes, while I dashed to grab my camera. I was surprised how convenient this non-dress is - it goes up like a roller-blind - and within minutes of taking this picture I was splashing around inside her. Lucky old me, I thought.
