"Oh no", she said, "You must help me get her clothes off." I told her I didn't think that was appropriate, but she insisted. "You take care of the top..., I'll take care of the bottom," she laughed. Befroe long, I had the top of Kathleen's dress pulled down, and had her soft nylon bra off. Claire was removing her stockings and garter belt, and panty. As uncomfortable as I was, I felt myself getting very hard participating in the task. Claire stood up saying, "Wow, she sure has a set of boobs,. They didn't talk about Dave at all.In fact it was Niusha who finally did raise the subject, asking him what was going on more or less as soon as he came back into the office. Didn't get a particularly fulsome response– something about abdominal pain, starting some time the day before– but she did at least get an agreement that he'd get an early appointment with his GP, get stuff checked. Except that, later, things took a turn for the worse– I mean, Dave went into a spasm or something, however. "What..." Elliot muttered."Shh." Poppy put a finger to his lips in the dark room.She snuggled up to him and put her leg over his. Elliot was nakedexcept for his boxers and Poppy was wearing rayon babydoll pyjamas andpantyhose. The pantyhose were a precaution to keep herself tuckedbecause she knew that Elliot would not want to feel her penis. Thesilky nylon hosiery felt delightful against his skin.As did the soft silky rayon of her pyjama top and before Elliot couldsay anything Poppy. I wondered if the mail had come and when I looked at the mailbox I saw a something on the ground in front of the post, kinda hid in the weeds. I got out and leaned over to pull what ever it was out of there. It was a pile of dirty magazines. My dirty magazines. Some of my best and filthiest porno that I looked at regularly and jack off to over and over. I thought “What in the hell are they doing out here?” I couldn’t figure it out. I drove up to the house and went in the back door. I.