I moved away and that was that.Fast forward thirty-five years. Yes, thirty-five years! We saw each other at a class reunion and she was even sexier th...n I remember. Absolutely timeless. I saw the hot young girl I remembered and my mind started spinning. Now we have another problem. We are both married, both unhappy with our partners, she actually separated at the time.We chatted and chatted. I found myself falling for her all over again. I wanted to fuck her so, so bad but didn't think I had a. He literally gasped.“I take it back. You’re not an Angel in the moonlight, you’re a Goddess.”I smiled as I pulled him to me. “I haven’t worn this since that night so long ago. My ex never got a chance to see me in them. I realized even then I was saving it to wear for you again.”We kissed and hands roamed. I felt his reaction to the kisses and smiled. “You sir are overdressed.”I slid his pullover shirt off, finally getting a chance to run my hands through his chest hair. It felt as good as I. The change was that when a woman, of any age, crossed the threshold into the kitchen, the woman's underwear (bra and Panties) would disappear. Then, when they crossed into the dining room, it does not matter what they are wearing, the outfit becomes a white, Blouse, and min skirt.When my son and I are at home by ourselves, our general dress code is a robe, slippers, and little else.My fifteen year old son is quite the scamp. He is kind of the a brain. He does like girls and is sly enough to. When she was clearly sound asleep, he decided it was time to see her magnificent breasts. The lingerie she was wearing made it easy as there was a single tie in the front between the two cups that once untied allowed you to completely open up her top. He gently pulled on the string and then was careful to slowly remove the cups off her breasts. I honestly figured that's when she would wake up since she is such a light sleeper, but then figured the booze from the previous day was really having.