Breathless , to wear so lovely a peignoir, I would have no words. Stroking my hair as I got lost in my own reflection Thanks you for so lovely an image- it brings back the high point if my teen sissy years- when I "borrowed " my mother's aqua-marine two layer gown, O the things I would gladly do today if I could only slip that amazing collection of lace, chiffon, ribbons, bows, and silk over my quivering naked body again
A lovely sight to behold indeed! Lounging around had a much different meaning in the 1950's and 1960's apparently!And what a torturous device she is using on her hair. Its amazing that women's hair wasn't ripped from their heads with that thing!