That is until one time ona vacation I asked her if I could wear her panties,and nylons. Sheagreed, but was curious as to why, and where was this head...ed.I explainedto her my reasons, and she was okay with it as long as it wasn't all ofthe time. I was ecstactic, I almost came as soon as I put on herpanties. So about once a month when kids were not around she would"allow" me to wear them.Now present day, with kids out of the house and being retired, my urgeshave grown stronger to dress up. "You're thirty years old, but there isn't an ounce of cellulite on your thighs."He came to her front, and his fingers traced across her belly. That flesh sucked in and rippled as he did so."Harden that," he instructed her.The flesh went taut and flat, hard as a board."Good abdominal muscles," he said, like he was examining a cow or something.His eyes came up to her breasts. He stared at them and did not look in her eyes. He knew, somehow, that she was looking at his eyes, and not what they were. Well, he had to admit that she looked like one of the angels out of the Victoria's Secret catalog. "I know what you're thinking, Everett," she said sweetly. "And yes, it's intentional... we assume a form that's comforting or pleasing to whomever we visit." Everett smiled, and had to admit that he felt both comforted and pleased as he gazed upon the tall, slim woman with the shining face, long, curly brown hair, scanty underclothing, and huge wings sprouting from her back. This time, the angel. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”He felt a lethargy descend on him: he did not want to go. He did not analyse why.The silence provoked Tracy. “John you promised you would see her today.”He sighed. “Yes, yes. I’ll go this evening.”“Solemn Promise?”“Solemn Promise!”“Good boy!”“Hmmph!”A cackle of laughter and a click.He made an evening meal of a ham and cheese salad, and particularly enjoyed the drink of tea. There had been no shortage of tea in the Philippines, but somehow it never tasted as.