Mrs. Johnson's brassiere. I threaded my arms through the straps, and pulled it up over my shoulders. Grasping the ends of the bra, I reached behind my... back, and hooked the bra. I ran my fingers around the bra band, pulling it down, adjusting the fit. I then moved to the shoulder straps, and adjusted the sliders, making the straps tighter.It was done. I was now wearing a married woman's, a housewife's, underwear. I lay back on the bed, pulled the panty band down below my cock, and began to. Thanks Bobbie. Who are you, you angel?***Tim stood there, eyes like saucers. He jerked his head towards hisgirlfriend. "What... How?"She shook her head. "I'm gonna let you two figure that out tomorrow."He looked back towards his mother. She was looking at the living roomand looking at the place like it was all new to her. Tim didn't knowwhat she had said. But, there's Bobbie doing her thing again..."C'mon, Bobbie. Let's go upstairs." Upstairs?" Yeah," Tim started. "I've already done all the. Debbie's eyes watched her hands eagerly. She wasn't sure what she should do. Her bra didn't open in the front. She untucked the blouse from her jeans. Her heart was pounding.The corners of Debbie's mouth curled up. Pam set her blouse neatly aside on the bed, reached behind herself and unfastened the clasp of the bra with her trembling hands. The bra fell from her shoulders and she set it on the bed with her blouse."They're nice," Debbie said, staring at her chest. "They're not too small."Her. Needless to say, I was surprised when he told me he was two weeks away from his eighteenth birthday. He seemed to be a nice kid, easy to talk to, and soon my interest in him began to grow. It had been a long time since I'd been with the opposite sex, and Michael could be the one to break my dry spell. I could tell that he would be very easy to dominate, just one more thing I found attractive about him. However, I'm not looking for a relationship, I just wanted to fuck him, well, a bit more than.