Putting thedildo to her mouth she cleaned the cream from it andlooking at me said, “Is that what you wanted?” I was stunned for words and ...felt guilt at my betrayalof her, holding her as the guy fucked her. She soondrifted into sleep.As soon as we arrived home Mary went to bed, in themorning we discussed the previous night, she appearednot to be angry but asked me to promise we would nottalk of it again and that I would stop asking her to gowith other men. I agreed and our life. She liked men and enjoyed sex and didn't seem to mind people knowing. Often I'd pass her house on an afternoon and see a car outside and her front bedroom curtains drawn. And I'd see lots of sexy undies on her washing line, or waiting to be ironed. Occasionally some discarded stockings on the bed, or torn pantyhose from a recent hot date. She was about 5 feet 3 inches and very cuddly, and just a little bit older than my Mum. I used to love watching her working at the sink, or her climbing the. He rides a Harley and he scoops me up in his big strong arms like I'm light as a feather (which I'm not...let's get that straight from the start, too).So it was a big stretch for me to ask my masculine lover to slip into a pair of silk panties just for me. It was a secret fantasy I'd harbored for years but had never found the courage to ask a man to do. Allen was special, though, and I wanted him to be the one to parade around in my panties."Allen, will you wear these for me?" I said, holding. Slowly she invented new dance steps and even while she sometimes stumbled she noticed that she was improving. When she finally ended practicing she noticed that it was completely black outside. After eating she could not find her nightgown and she decided to sleep in her underwear.* * *The next morning Mia slowly woke up. In her sleep she had kicked the bed cover of and thus the first she saw when she woke up was her semi nude image in the mirror. She giggled with delight as she saw herself..