This was the early 1970s and most women in their thirties and forties wore a girdle of some sort. Based on the pages of adverts in the catalogues and ...omen’s magazines, there was a huge choice. I knew my mother wore a girdle all the time, having seen her around the house and thought nothing of it. Before access to men’s adult magazines, I had many times whacked off looking at these adverts – especially in the mail-order catalogues.My mother favoured the long leg girdles and as I was to learn. I look at Ryan, Sue, and Tammy, and say, “We’re very proud parents today. Our young adults are curteous, thoughtful about the feelings of others, and above all, respectful. I don’t think I need to say this, but I will. In your future relationships, please insure that our family traditions are maintained. Whoever you eventually decide to settle down with must be okay with it. That is why many of our relatives create families together; the secret of the tradition isn’t revealed.”I continue,. She had invited us down for two glorious weeks of sun, white sand and exploring a couple of famous landmarks. I had some interest in the history but expected that the beach would bore me. Even as we pulled into Anne's driveway and my younger brother cupped his hands to his ears to listen for the crashing of the nearby ocean, I was unimpressed.It was humid; sticky in the worst kind of way – the way that makes sweat bead between your shoulder blades and stick your shirt to your skin as soon as. I look down at your gown and I notice and large wet spot on it from where it was pressed between us.I know how aroused you are and so I decide that you need some relief and although you are facing the bottom of the bed that this position will be just fine and I slow work a pillow underneath you. I then climb between your legs and start to kiss your belly and inner thighs. I reach up with my hands and slowly start to rub your sides, stomach and legs. After a short exploration of your outer parts.