"It's a girly crush and I must, must not give in to it. She really could almost be my daughter."He pushed her gently away. "You're supposed to be cook...ing dinner," he said.She grinned albeit slightly ruefully. "Yes, sir," she said and dipped a little curtsey."Where did you learn to do that?" he asked in astonishment."No idea!" she giggled. "From my grandmother?" Did she teach you?" Nope. It must be hereditary."Steven laughed. She had dispersed the earlier intensity of feeling with maturity. He. Anyway, I can be over with the safe guy on Wednesday around ten am if that's good." Yeah, that's fine. See ya then." Ah, Sam?" Yeah?" How's the magic?"I didn't know how best to answer that question at first, but then I decided to be truthful. I'd never intentionally lied too or kept secrets from Vicky, Jen or Kim and I wouldn't do any less for Dana. "Stronger. I love you Dana. I want nothing more than to hold you right now." Me too Sam. Looks like your staying apart theory is crap." Yeah, looks. She was not a saint in the religious sense. She rarely attended church and did not hold to some of the traditional tenants of the church. Yet in her daughter’s eyes Tara was a saint. She rarely had a negative word to say about others. She admired that her mother’s capacity to be self-controlled, to be slow to anger while quick to forgive. She feared those traits would be her undoing and Vince when confronted would twist things. She feared that Tara would forgive her husband and he would return. I knew I wanted to see him in panties, but could I find a nightgown or some other sexy item for him too? No such luck, though I chose a set of black satin panties and silver satin panties with just enough Lycra to hug his cock. I knew we would both like the feel of the panties on his body, and certainly the way they look too. But I never dreamed the effect it would have on me in real life.Seeing him in those tight, sexy, satin panties were such a turn on. I kissed him harder than I ever have,.