She just took it in her stride and jokingly suggested Imight like to wear it just for one night, an offer I instantly declined,preferring to sleep ins...tead in my vest and underpants. But when MissHudson and I returned from my bath, I found all my clothes had beenspirited away, so I settled instead for sleeping in my birthday suit, amost pleasing sensation in pink-edged satin sheets, while the offendingnightdress, a powder-blue confection, which still had the price tagsattached, lay. You kiss lightly outside my lips on either side. I try to move so that your tongue is on my clit, but you know just what I’m up to and pull away. You tell me, ‘Be good, otherwise I’ll have to punish you some more.’ ‘Yes, Brett’ leaves my lips in almost a whimper and you continue to tease me, slowly and painfully. You caress my ear with your lips and whisper to me, ‘I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby girl’. Your words linger for a minute more until I feel your tongue glide along my lips and. .. “Just out of interest, Barbara, do you wear the Henderson tartan at all?”“Er, no—to be honest, I didn’t know there was one; but maybe if we go to Scotland I can check it out; I’d love a skirt or maybe a dress made from it!” I smiled.“Oh, I think I can do better than that, Barbara—let me see what I can do. And what about wee Chip?” I asked, exaggerating the brogue. He looked aghast.“A kilt’s a skirt that men wear, right? I can’t wear a skirt, Mom, the other kids would laugh their heads. "That was one of the best orgasms you have ever given me." Music to his ears! He raised her chin to look into her eyes. Gone was the fussiness of late. Now her eyes sparkled with renewed passion. He kissed her lips, fully exploring her mouth with his tongue. They both moaned in each other's mouth as she started grinding her sopping pussy against his hard bulge in his pants. "And now, my dearest wife, your husband is going to fuck you." Her eyes widened and she scrambled off him, getting into a.