She noticed that the metal dial had folded on the side just enough to maybe get a screwdriver into the gap, so she grabbed a flathead and started pryi...ng. Without warning, there was a small pop as the dial gave a bit, and the room instantly filled with shockingly intense golden light. Michelle briefly heard the pop, but never remembered seeing the golden glow, because the information encoded in the precisely designed wavelengths of light ensured that her mind was fully preoccupied with rewriting. I was used to seeing her dressed as she was so didn't think too much of it. She also introduced herself and we stood there for a few minutes chatting about the area and our background. With the sun beaming down on us it did little to hide the wonderful view of my wife. Her pink nipples and small b**sts were clearly visible through the slip along with a small triangular patch of pussy hair clearly visible too.After a few minutes we moved back to our chairs to resume our breakfast. My wife turned. Sarah got us a room in the hotel to practice in, we went through all of our newly restored routines two additional times letting the girls flash them up a little.We took a cab ride out to Wembley Stadium to check it out. We saw a very large dance floor being setup, it was maybe 80ft across by 100ft deep, easily the biggest we’d seen so far. As fast as they were setting it up, Michael and his merry men were taking up their positions. Apparently, Michael took me seriously and his usual less than. .. take it out, then..."He bites his lip. "I don't want to. I want you to do it, mom."She gulps down her spit as she gets her motherly hands on his trousers. Going for his belt, she begins to unbuckle her son. There is a noticeable bulge already developing in his crotch. When she unbuckles the belt and undoes the buttons, she pulls down his pants. With reluctance, she grabs his boxers and pulls them down his legs.Her son's cock springs out, already semi-hard. She looks at it almost admiringly.