“How about going out to see one?” As much as her nerves were making her pulse race, Chelsea thought going out would be a good way to keep teasing ...her admiring son. It was frightening, but so exciting at the same time.“That sounds great,” he replied. “I just want to change before we go, though.”“Oh, sure,” she said, smiling to herself. She couldn’t help wondering if changing was just an excuse to run upstairs and relieve a throbbing hard on brought on by his scantily clad mother.Mack finished. Alison was moaning, rubbing furiously, keeping a vigilant finger on thatnub of pleasure, bucking her hips, licking her lips, grabbing at herbreast.He was sliding her skirt down now and sliding down her pink panties. Shewas naked, and he was there, covering her body with his own, placing tworough hands on two tender knees and pulling them apart. There would beno hiding here, no concealment; there would be no piece of her thatwould not be fully exposed, no place he would not ruthlessly. I pulled out the same outfit I’d always used before – my nurse costume. It wasn’t your typical slutty costume that you would find in the store. It was a simple white nurse outfit, fell right above the knees, and button down all the way in the front. With the costume, I wore flat white tennis shoes. Obviously, not the typical costume for a young woman to wear. But there was a purpose. I got dress, leaving my hair down and placing simple makeup on. I also wore new white thigh highs that looked. She had the uncanny ability to read people like a book and play them like a deck of cards."Compliments of the house." Our curious barkeep did a visual inventory of his own as he set a beautifully mixed and handcrafted White Russian in front of Darlene.She took a small sip and savored it like a gourmet. "Perfect!"She tilted her head back and wolfed it down in one long gulp. Yikes! Talk about power drinking. Darlene hopped down from her seat and like Alexander the Great, set out to conquer the.