After all, Honey Love is a high-class, old-fashioned sort of person." It was a gentleman in a formal tuxedo, carrying a silver tray holding a bottle o...f champagne. A towel was wrapped around his wrist, and a cummerbund was attached to his waist. The black bow tie, the clean white shirt, the shiny black loafers, the balding head, and the snootily-raised nose - there was no question about it, he was her butler.Honey could only stare at him in disbelief, until she felt a strange series of thoughts. I want to see you properly back to normal, Reg.” She ran her hand lovingly round his cheek, showing that she had his best interests at heart.“I will go see Jessica right away.”Once she had gone, Reg only had time to lift his book and find his place before several other wives barged in to question him about his health. He patiently answered their queries, and they left to attend to essays, etc. allocated by their professors.When Freda arrived to check his condition, he was reminded of his legal. I slipped into the kitchen and got a pair of scissors. I warmed the up with hot water from the sink and dried them off. Then I went back to mom’s room. I lifted the waist band away from her skin and carefully cut the panties off. It took a while to remove them completely. But I did it with out disturbing her sleep. The rain was still falling but the storm wasn’t doing much else as I went and got my camera. I took about five shots of her from different parts of the room. The storm was starting. When she tried the red thong on, it looked good now, showing off her smaller brown bush, and her puffy labia. She posed in just the little bottom, wishing she could change the tan line. But it looked sexy.She tried on the red shortie. It came to just below her navel, leaving a gap of skin before the thong started. Her boobs showed through. When she put a little lipstick on the nipples, they were more prominent through the cloth. She fussed with her hair in front of the mirror for an hour,.