I had thought, when I sat down with my tea, that I was well and truly shagged out, for the next few hours anyway. But now, my cock was begging to diff...er. I felt it swelling and sensed its demands. I wished I had suggested a repeat of our session in the car before she went in the shower, but it was too late now. And then Connie put the tin lid on it with a repeat of the ass-dance, this time at very close quarters and with none of that annoying clothing in the way. She also took much longer over. I had to smile as we walked toward Frederick’s of Hollywood. Mom took me over to a wall full of sexy panties and asked, “Which ones would you like to see me in, and be honest.” I looked them over and pointed to the ones that were the most transparent and the skimpiest. Mom smiled and said, “Okay, now lets see if we can find some bras to match them. When we did Mom asked my opinion of them too. I told her that I liked it when her bras were a little tight and her breasts bulged out. She picked. ‘Please…’ Alison put her hands over his. ‘I…we…don’t…’ ‘What’s the matter? Are the kids home?’ Tom asked. She shook her head. ‘No…I…I took them to daycare,’ she said. ‘I…I wanted to…to be able to talk with you alone and…’ ‘And?’ he asked. ‘Tom…I…I can’t see you any more,’ she said. It seemed as if it took a tremendous amount of effort for her to say that. ‘I thought what we had was just a very pleasant memory,’ she whispered. ‘I…I thought that I…I was over you. Then you called, and I started to. Did I want that, did I want to watch my wife being speared by some nameless guy or two or even more. In our bedroom the answer was yes and the same was for her too, but in real life things are never that simple. Once done it could never be undone, if I didn't like it I would have to live with those images forever. In our fantasies things could be played out in safety. Trouble was, we were both on a train and it was difficult to get off and with each station along the track it became even more.