Transparent pink night pahni hui thi jis me un ka bra or painty clearly dikh raha tha…….. Wo under ane ko invite ki or puchi aise kya dekh rahe ho...………. Mai bola ap to mast pari lag rahi ho………. Itna sexy lag rahi ho mai bata nahi sakta…… Boli chalo dinner karte hain…… Wo chicken or fried rice diya dinner me……… Mai dinner kiya…… Fir thori der bat kiya or aunt boli bat hi sirf karna hai ya.. Bed room me bhi kuch karo ge…… Mai hasne laga… Ham bed room me chale gaye.. Bed room me jate hi mai un ko. Then, I imagined my son's big, hard cock and my lips,painted in slutty scarlet lipstick going down on it. I shook my head, partof me shocked and disturbed by the lengths to which my fantasies had gone,but most of me thrilling to try it.I was kind of surprised at how quickly this strange new idea had takenhold of me. I guess my wife was right, I had become a total submissivesissy, in total thrall to her hot, sensual curves and my son's hard bodyand harder cock. If dressing like a woman was what. She reassured him, “Its ok, just slow down a bit or we shall have a mess on our hands again, or on our clothes, and if we change it will be a big give away!” she laughed as he said, “ok lets take them off then…!” Grinning broadly, her top was on its way over her head before you could say ok! clothes were soon flying from both bodies to fall wherever they dropped, his eyes, fixed and glassy, only losing contact with her breasts for an instant as his vest passed before his eyes. Both naked now,. Early was a moderate drinker, favouring lite beer, but on this occasion he had a few red wines with his meal.He often jokingly said that he only drank red wine for the good the antioxidants would do his heart. Of course he had no heart problem but he was helping ensure that he never did.The both got a bit mellow, and the conversation had drifted to Early's dilemma; would he or would he not remain with Susan.Crunch time came when Stan told him that he felt it important that he told Early that it.