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The Love Dress
A woman stopped by at her recently-married son's house. She rang the
doorbell and walked in. She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law
laying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the
aroma of perfume filled the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm waiting for my husband to come home from work," the
daughter-in-law answered.
"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed!
"This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained.
"Love dress? But you're naked!"
"My husband loves me to wear this 'dress'," she explained. "Every
time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic. He
can't get enough of me."
The mother-in-law left. When she got home, she undressed, showered,
put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD,
and laid on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her
husband came home.
He walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively. "What are
you doing?" he asked.
" This is my love dress," she whispered, sensually.
" Needs ironing," he said. "What's for dinner?
A woman stopped by at her recently-married son's house. She rang the
doorbell and walked in. She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law
laying on the couch, totally naked. Soft music was playing, and the
aroma of perfume filled the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm waiting for my husband to come home from work," the
daughter-in-law answered.
"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed!
"This is my love dress," the daughter-in-law explained.
"Love dress? But you're naked!"
"My husband loves me to wear this 'dress'," she explained. "Every
time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic. He
can't get enough of me."
The mother-in-law left. When she got home, she undressed, showered,
put on her best perfume, dimmed the lights, put on a romantic CD,
and laid on the couch waiting for her husband to arrive. Finally, her
husband came home.
He walked in and saw her lying there so provocatively. "What are
you doing?" he asked.
" This is my love dress," she whispered, sensually.
" Needs ironing," he said. "What's for dinner?