Mum was serious and sullen but said that she'd agree to 20 photos. I replied that that would be ok providing one of them was topless. She went quiet f...r a moment, so I reminded her that if she was going to make the train we had to leave soon. At that point I knew that she'd agree but that things between us had changed forever. Mum reluctantly promised that tomorrow I could take my photos. I knew she was too nice to break that promise so I rushed her to the station and put her on the train. That. Imagine, if you will, two lovely women, dressed only in aprons not large enough to close in the back, moving around, bending over... Well, you get the idea.We ate a relaxed meal talking about a variety of topics. This may seem like a surprise. You might think if three highly sexed individuals spent all of their time naked, one of two things must happen. Either sex would be the only topic, everything directed towards prurient themes and activities. Or, at the other extreme, the nudity would. It was now or never. Hisalter ego began ordering him to begin. He obeyed. He began by puttingon a bra and stuffing it. Next he pulled up some black nylon stockingsup his legs. He attached them to a garter belt holding them in place.The next step was to attach the wooden spreader bar to his ankles withthe hose clamps. This was done easily. The clamps were tightened with acordless drill making them impossible to undue without the drill. Then he bent over to put his new shoes on. It was difficult. I really had to dig deep to find this oldie. To Dan, my loving husband, love from Wendy. Hey man, you’ve got two wives? Is that even legal?” the DJ asked publicly. “Most of us guys can only handle one hot looking wife let alone two.”“What can we say, he’s a really great fuck!” Karen shouted and most everyone laughed.“This is Paul Anka’s, (You’re) Having My Baby,” he announced.Wendy stood offering her hand to Dan and leading him to the dance floor. The DJ and others watched them begin to slow.