I felt much happier and at home in the pink-and-white minidress I tried on at the store next door than in the drab pinstripes they were selling at the... Career Girl Boutique.Probably my favourite stop of the whole day, however, was at the Victoria's Secret outlet tucked away in one corner of the mall. As we walked into the shop and I stood there amid all the racks of panties, bras, teddies, slips, camisoles and all those other delicate, intimate female garments that I was struck once again by the. I picked up my cell and called the Radisson and booked a room, after negotiating for long-term weekly rates. I next called Mindy, who had stayed at a friend's house last night, asking her to meet me this afternoon at the Radisson."You're rushing this, aren't you?" Maybe, but you wanted a done deal, so I see no sense in dragging it out. You know my feelings and I know yours. Let's get it over with and move on." I went upstairs and packed a suitcase. This was easy for I spent half my life in. All seven inches of it. It was bigger than her face. "Oh my James. You are a big boy." "Hush no talking Mrs M. Gag on it bitch." With that, I used both my hands to push her sweet mouth onto my cock. She gagged and screamed a bit but then she stopped.A little bit of vomit and slop trickled down her chin and onto her expensive skirt. I took her off my cock and she collapsed, panting for breath. "Please! No more James." "Oh please Mrs M. It has only just begun."I picked her up again and put her. “Well?” I was a little slower, but as I slid my jockeys over my hips, Mother’s bra joined her dress. And my shorts got hung on my rigid dick as her muff came into view. H-O-L-Y S-H-I-T!! “Ta-daa!” she sang and slowly turned, her arm outstretched, modeling her nudity for me. “Do I meet your expectations? My tits are kind of small, I guess.” Not that small, maybe a B cup but fine for her petite frame, and at thirty-seven just beginning to sag a little bit. Thin waist and a gorgeous, thick V of.