Would you like me to spend the night with you?"My voice failed me, my yes reply was a strangled croak."Now?" she asked.Sensibly, I replied, "Yes." My ...cock was already throbbing to attention again.Mom reached down, gripped my penis and led me to the bedroom. I stepped out of my pants and followed the leader.In the bedroom, Mom offered that her body was no longer beautiful. Did I want her to stay partially dressed, for example to wear her bra? She volunteered that her breasts had sagged since she. Once they were done, I gained a whole lot of confidence. I didn't have to worry about sporting a "woodie" like the boys at school."I could see the mirth in her eyes. I suggested we go down and see what her mothers were up to. She slipped her hand into mine as we went in search. We got to the kitchen and found the missing mothers. They were making themselves at home and cooking breakfast. I thought I'd smelt bacon and sausage cooking. They also had made eggs, pancakes and toast with jam. There. I grabbed my stuff and headed to my room. As I passed the woman, as I was now thinking of her, she gave me such a serious look that I could swear she had read the letter. I got to the room and threw the folder full of shit against the wall and picked up the phone to order a bottle of fine Spanish brandy. I looked in the mirror and shook my head. No, that was the easy route – I wasn’t going to go that way. Instead I took a small bottle of Lustau Amontillado from the mini-bar and poured it in a. I really could not wait to try on the clothes.Finally I decided to open the last parcel - the dress.I opened it carefully and looked at the wonderful contents hoping it was as good as I remembered it. The dress was from the light purple satin material with very puffy sleeves, a high waist and a very, very full short skirt and lots of lace trim. It was the epitome of a little girls frothy party dress. The matching panties were from light purple coloured satin to match the dress with layers of.