Pick that skirt up while you’re at it.”I did as he asked, slowly, reluctantly…every part of me feeling awkward and confused. I turned so my ass...faced him and the boy was on my left side, and I bent over, pulling my skirt up around my waist so he could see the peach lace panties, the vivid wet spot over my crotch.“Miss Cranston,” I heard his voice float over my shoulder, stern and unwavering. “What did I tell you about Mondays?”“You’re very stressed on Mondays, and I shouldn’t wear a bra or. "So... what's this all about," she asked."That is what's left of what was once a heck of a good marriage," I said slowly."Just two more weeks, a couple of days and I'll have the final decree," I told her."We've been separated for a while, just marking time until the mandatory waiting period runs out." What happened?" Karen said in a level voice. She was looking me directly in the eyes with no hint of reproach, but no particular sympathy either. I gave her the short version."Oh, we had been. .did you enjoy looking at my body…..at the shop??I told her I am well past this age of romance and she said … ohhh …..uncle come on…don’t lie…I know you were checking me out and I liked it….and I want you to appreciate me and my body again. I felt a stir in my pajamas…..this kind of foreplay was turning me on. Been so long since I did this.I kept silence for a few minutes….then …. another pic….this one was bold…. Pretty in her bra and panties ….am sure taken out right then. I could see her. It’s the directions for wearing the suit. I cringed when I looked at the illustration.“Put the damned thing on, stupid! Be careful. They don’t make it in this style anymore. Those things are hard to find. Now they just make bikinis. Nice ones, though. Maybe we’ll get you one of those next.”I straightened out the tiny piece of cloth and looked closely at the instructions. Then I stepped into the thing and pulled it on. It covers almost nothing. The two thin strips of cloth come up over my chest.