She laughed and said she is having some fat in stomach. I told that I don’t think so. It seems very flat. She said she also loves to wear those but ...only problem is her mother. I told don’t worry about her mother. If you want I will buy it. She is very happy and told she will discuss with her sister and tell. Then we had our lunch and that day went normally.Evening my wife came and deepa discussed with my wife. She told if she like it she can wear. Both informed about that to me. I told this. Samantha was, at that time, 26 years old, very appealing, brunette, long hair, brown eyes, and great body due to her permanent training.I really liked her very much since she gave me away my first racket (In time I realized that tennis was not my thing). I would not say that I had a crush on her because I was ten years younger, but I enjoyed watching her in her tennis mini skirt when we shared the elevator ride.However, she never looked sexier than the day my mother sent me to ask her for some. As we reached the bedroom Gill went straight to the big wardrobe. I lay on the bed slowly rubbing my own cock, working my foreskin backwards and forwards. I watched as she retrieved various bits of clothing from the wardrobe. She lay some on the bed and then started to dress herself. I marvelled at how sexy she was as I watched her gently roll red stockings up her legs. She fastened a shiny black pvc suspender belt around her shapely waist and fastened the straps to the stockings. She stopped. There was a smooth glassed top range inset into the back counter. A three compartment sink, a dishwasher and lots of storage and room.All the woodwork was a mix of white woods, with clear lacquer atop them. There were oak doors with Birds-eye maple trim. All the stiles and rails were birds-eye maple (had Susan known what stiles and rails were.) There were glassed front china cabinets that were lit internally and held elegant trimmed china like Susan had never dreamed existed. The kitchen table.