I answer her indeed a short video tells much more than I can in long lines of explanation of how teach one's dear.Mother Miriam is at her back in bed ...and spreads to show her doddie where she was born from and how that feels.I imagine our dear watches from close Mom opens up further her pretty pussy, starts to caress herself down there.Mother Miriam shows her the set of love lips and the clit which hides under its hood, waits shy for some excitement.I imagine my dear readers can imagine well. "I gazed at Miriam in wonder. Could I have heard her correctly? "Youmean I can wear a bra?" As long as you want to Martin. Do you?" Yes, I guess I would like to," I said blushing profusely and lookingdown at the ground."So, get yourself a bra and panty and I can help you on with the bra,unless you don't need help." OK."Miriam looked at my embarrassment and said, "Martin, you can look atme. Don't be afraid of the fact that you want to wear a bra. I helpedmy niece buy all the pretty clothes in. Like between your legs.”Oh, fuck, Brad almost said. He swallowed hard. Before he even realized it, he whispered, “Yes."“Do you live alone? Close by?” The man asked, leaning back in his chair and drinking his coffee.Brad murmured, “Yes.”“Well, are you going to invite me over?”Brad's mind went into his Pink mode. He licked his lips, imagining the man watching him put on lipstick. “Yes,” he said softly.Unlocking his apartment door, Brad looked over his shoulder. “You're very handsome,” he. Her story continues…Our life had definitely changed. We began looking at each other with new eyes, as they say.She had said she had found someone else after her disappointment with “Mr Quick fuck”“So who was that?” I asked.“Do you remember the other Friday night when you got home and we had sex?” She said.“Yes. You said John had been.” (John was my brother’s father in law).“Ummm it was John. He had just left before you got home”“John?! Really? John was in his sixties. Widowed and lonely..