I would have loved to have watched the process. I could hear her splashing around in the bath and then her getting out. Her hair-dryer went for a long time and then the closet doors before I got a waft of her favorite perfume (she's wearing that for him!). About fifteen minutes before she was planning to leave, I ventured into our bedroom. She was in front of the mirror putting the final touches to her make-up.
"How do I look?" she asked, glancing back at me in the mirror.
"Fantastic!" I said, ogling her from top to bottom. She was dressed simply but to great effect. Her shirt was tucked into her skirt, pulling it across her boobs. The faint outline of her n*****s suggested that she was begging to get aroused. The skirt was knee-length but its material billowed and flowed around her legs
