I’m really, really fucked up inside.”Angelica didn’t say a word. She sat there, looking at me. When I finally had enough courage to meet her g...aze, I saw she had two single wet streaks going down each cheek. Then I lost it. I started silently sobbing, covering my face with my hands and letting out months of suppressed emotion. Suddenly, I felt the warmth I hadn’t felt since Victoria. Angelica wrapped herself around my neck, her butt in my lap, and her legs draped over mine. She ran her. She was now regretting her choice from the knicker drawer this morning. She was wearing the skimpiest piece of frivolous white lace she owned, which formed a fantastically sexy pair with the Wonderbra. She had planned a much different evening for herself than the one, which was now taking place and these garments, had figured largely in those plans. She had a sense of foreboding that like her original plans for the time when the office had closed officially, these knickers were going to come. Though I told him that I could not comply to this request, I wore a long wool skirt with black leggings and a huge hand knit sweater the next day. Nothing was said and he just looked me up and down slowly and returned to his breakfast - that was three weeks ago and I haven't worn pants since.Its a small price to pay isn't it?I mean my son is very disturbed, and for whatever reason he wanted his mother to only wear skirts. Big deal right? I wore the skirts, having to go out and purchase more. Once he'd finished Hermione licked the end of his cock, tasting what cum was left.Ron realising the time pulled up his trousers quickly. 'Sorry Hermione I've got to go, but thanks for helping me relax' He said as he left Hermione on the floor, face covered in cum and deeply satisfied. ******Harry walked through the entrance of Diagon ally. He needed to go speak to George about an idea he had.The night before was still fresh on his mind. For the first time in weeks he'd been able to sleep easily.