So I am writing this letter to you... just in case. I will put it in my clothes drawer for safe keeping. Remember, your father loved you, as I still d.... I am proud of you.MOM.I put the letter down, finally noticing the tears flowing down my cheeks. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. The last part of Mom's letter didn't make to much sense to me. The only way it could make sense, was a little spooky.While I believed in God, that belief did not extend to spirits visiting people in their. I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and what I am looking for. I lead my boy down the stairs and both his eyes and cock pop out with the excitement. Around us is a den of wall to wall bras, stockings, knickers (French, g-strings, crotchless, lacy, latex), corsets, babydolls and at the bottom some costumes (police girl, slut, maid, school girl). He pulls me close and whispers that I know all the good places and pulls my hand to his cock where I feel it bulging. I went round the shop,. “Fuck, he even respects you because you’re classy and you know it. You call the shots. You’re straight up with him about what you want and what he wants; you’re not gonna say you have a headache. All he does is fuck you, but guess what, Johanna?”Morgan stood, her dress falling just right across her ass. I could see how she easily fell into this world. Her body was something even I, the shy and repressed mouse, could appreciate with a dark sort of attraction.“Johanna?” I looked up. Her red lips. The group returned to the kitchen and Paul sat at the table with Rob and me. Sarah began helping Kelly and Jenny fix breakfast while she chattered about the house.“Nice place,” Paul said. “How big is the yard?”“Eighty acres. I’m bound on east and north sides by state land. A man from down state owns the property on the south side. He only comes up to hunt,” I said.“Justin has his own trout stream on the property,” Rob said. “We plan on fishing it once he gets a little better at casting.”The.