A pair of pants, skimpy in the extreme, obviously intended as part of the outfit. She reached for them and stopped. Should she put them on? The idea o...f serving Patrick’s breakfast with her mons and bottom exposed, suddenly appealed to her. Slipping the fleece robe back on – even in an increasing state of anticipation, she couldn’t completely ignore the chill – she sat. The kettle was singing, close to boiling. Taking a tea-towel, she lifted it, filled the coffee percolator, and set it on the. What amazed me was how long he kept going after everything was spent.I guess I should mention that back then I had an IUD inside me so I couldn't get pregnant. The pill had bothered me and the doc told me she could give me one even though I hadn't had children.Paul and I gathered ourselves up and I led him back upstairs with my clothes in my arms and you know what dripping down my leg. He must have liked that!We were still filthy and sweaty from the work outside (and the "work" inside), so I. A couple of minutes later, she came into the kitchen and what I saw almost knocked me over. When she'd stopped me on the corridor, she'd been wearing a tee shirt and slacks but she certainly hadn't got them on now. Instead, she was wearing an ankle length, black satin robe, open at the front. Under it I could see that she was wearing a lacy black bra and pantie set, teamed with a matching suspender belt and black stockings. She stood for a minute, as if posing for me then walked across the. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my like no one had kissed me before or since! She told me most men were scared either of her beauty or of her weathly powerful father. As a result most men begged her for sex. She had been waiting for a man who wasn't afraid of taking it from her. We got married only two months later, she was preggers with Shari four months later, and have been happy ever since. Her father didn't want Daddy's little girl to live below her station so he helped me start.