Not everyone, in fact only her mother to start with. You might well say that if a child is in its bedroom it would be a fair guess that its mother wou...ld be in, say, the kitchen. But it wasn’t like that. She knew exactly where her mother was. To the inch. And after a while she discovered that if she concentrated she knew what her mother was doing. Something told her that this was something she had best keep to herself.Time went by and Susan discovered that she could track her father too, and her. "Why are all those men smiling at us?" she asked.I looked around as we travelled up the escalator, and sure enough about six men were stood at the bottom, smiling.It was Helen who enlightened us by saying, "Darlings, have you forgotten you both have no panties on?"Jenny and I looked at each other, both of us blushing as we realised that we had forgotten all about that. How much must we have been showing without thinking?A late lunch with wine, a bit of clothes shopping with Helen helping us. " "Really?" I laughed nervously. "What else did he say?" He just said that you gonna be the queen tonight and that he has at least 17 guys lined up for you." She smiled again. "They're back there now, waiting for you. I just want to tell you, good luck, girl, and that if I can get away I'll try to get back there - you know - for moral support!" "Thanks, sweetie," I said., licking my lips nervously, "I'm gonna need it." I swiped the card at the door and I heard the click. I opened the door. I wore it on our honeymoon and maybe ahalf dozen times, since."Suddenly, Gerry realized what he was wearing and glanced into themirror. "Oh, for crying out loud," he grunted quietly as he saw thechaste-white, nearly transparent garment he wore. The lace and flowersof the all-in-one girdle were clearly visible through the sheermaterial, which was also trimmed in delicate, feminine lace. On tall,well muscled Stevie, the bed jacket only reached her waist and softenedher physique a bit. On little,.