'My god I'm going to look like this for a week', I thought as I snappedback to reality, remembering that the breasts I was ogling were my own. Every b...it of me of me seemed feminine in that uniform as the tight lacedbustier was helping give me an hourglass look.As Doug opened the door that lead towards the floor area, I felt sick tomy stomach. I put my hands to my sides and looked down, dejectedly,towards the floor.The garish, bright floral patterns and the ruffles around the leg holesof my. I waited for her, smiling, almost shaking, as she carefully worked her way toward me, trying to minimize the creaking under her feet. She was dressed in flats, light capri pants, and a powder blue cap-sleeved fitted shirt that buttoned in the front. There was something sexy about her simple outfit that flattered her womanly form.“Well, hello,” I whispered, greeting her as we reached for each other's hands.“Hello,” she whispered back, stepping in close. I leaned down to kiss her, and my lips met. She: At your order, I cry out my peak. It sends shockwaves of pleasure in me, which draws you to your own climax.Me: I grin breathlessly as you lie on top of me.She: Good round?Me: The best.She: But…Me: But what?She: I want to take this to the next level.Me: How?There was no response from her side for the next 5 minutes. I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. I thought someone arrived at her home, so she left in between.After 15 minutes I heard a knock on the door. Fuck! I was still nude. "Marjorie should be free this afternoon." I will phone around lunch time and make sure," Kenny told her with a grin. He obviously took this statement as some kind of confirmation that my mother really was accepting the situation.When we got into town mum stopped at one of the small exclusive little tearooms we often frequented rather than one of the big chains like Starbuck or Costa's. We found the table in the bay window was free and mum led me to it. When the waitress had taken our orders she.