Once outside I hear her say in an over excited voice, "Let's walk!" Fuck, you’re killing me, baby." Trust me; it will be worth it."About ten minutes...into the walk I see her shiver. "You should have brought a coat," I say giving her my hoodie."Well that's why I have you," she laughs, then runs off with it towards the park.A huge pang of disappointment runs through me because all I want is to go home get through my front door and rip her clothes off. I realize that’s not going to happen anytime. Jerome leaned up asking her something at which Marisa just nodded her head in agreement. With a big grin on his face he moved off the end of the bed out of my view. My wife propped herself up looking at something on the other end of the room. All of a sudden she got this shocked look on her face, her mouth even drop open a little and it look almost as if she said 'oh my God.' I wasn't sure what could be making her react like that. The end of the bed was moving as I saw Jerome climbing back on.. Or was I just reading too much? Maybe itwas because I was already pretty turned on by the thought of paradingaround in costume?She handed me a bright red pair of panties. I was worried they looked alittle small. "Are you sure these are the right size?" Yeah," she said, "they're vinyl so they stretch a bit and they'll help...hold everything in." She grinned at me as she said that.I smiled and laughed a little back. I pulled off my plain cotton pantiesand pulled up the red ones. They felt. Maybe I was just reading too much into it though. Anyhow, they sat down at Angie’s table and started talking with the other people that were there.I moved around to the other side of the dance floor and took a seat along the far railing, where I wouldn’t be noticed, but had a really clear view of my mom. She was having an animated discussion about something with Angie and the guy she was with, and the black man was taking part too. My cock stirred as I watched his large black hand move onto my.