The journey was short and as uncomfortable as a ride in a Stanley usually is. I was glad to leave the vehicle.As I stood before the impressive archite...ture of the Museum's south front, I tried to remember how long it was since I had been inside and concluded that I had failed to visit it since being taken there as one of a school party in my youth. In truth I had found it dull then: there had been too many stuffed animals and old bones for my taste. No doubt the exhibits had now been excitingly. A hint of fine powder and a few sprays of perfume which had been a present from Keith on my last birthday and I was done Now for what to wear.Stockings obviously, but what kind? Suspenders or hold-ups? Suspenders, old-fashioned but with that blatantly sexy look. On went a lacy black suspender belt, followed by black lace stockings, and the tiniest black tie-sided panties I could find. Really little more than a G-string. He would love those. Shoes with six-inch heels, to push my bottom higher. 02by Jena121© Chapter 2: Making a baby I have been requested to do a follow up on this story by a number of feedback fans -- it was only meant to be a one-off -- but I will try and follow up with some interesting events. Fin is a 36 year old single mother who had her daughter adopted when she was only 16. Jessica was her daughter who is now 26. Travis now 45 was part of the couple who adopted Jessica but his wife had passed on about 7 years ago of pneumonia. The two adults had previously met. It was dizzyingly good. The sensations were incredible. I looked at her and saw that to say she was enjoying herself was an understatement. “Does that feel good?” she teased. “You like that?”“Oh yes,” I said. “Oh yeah. This is so incredible, it’s like a fantasy come true.”“Yes,” she said. “Me too. You know what I like to imagine?” “Tell me,” I managed to gasp, even though I knew that the combination of her stroking, her looks, and her voice might finish me off.“I like to imagine that I’m a porn.