She screwed up her mouth, frowning in concentration.My eyebrows climbed up my forehead when I realised what she was doing. Atiny dark wet spot appeare... on the front of her panties, spreadingrapidly down between her legs. The light cotton fabric was soonoverwhelmed and a golden stream of urine bubbled through her pantygusset, gushing from between the little girl's legs with an audible'hiss.'I clutched the bars in my fists and felt my own bladder spasm in sympathywith the naughty little girl. So that's where we are in our marriage, board and looking to try some thing new, but Kim didn't want to try any thing I could think of. Then one day on the way home from work I noticed the neighbor's car at a small mom & pop motel out on the edge of town. coming home I told Kim about it and she got real excited and parked her self in front of the window to watch for her to come home. The neighbors are in their late 30's one son is in collage, she works part time and he works in the city and. Fastening the stockings to the corset was quite an art. Jonathan showedme how and then sat back and watched."Put your shoes on dear, we don't want you to get a ladder before westart do we?"The shoes had been put in the bag without us looking at them. They had a2 inch kitten heel, were mainly patent red apart from the toes and theheels which were black and shiny. The toes were long pointed ones, whichwere all of the fashion at the time. I was so surprised as my stockingfeet slid easily into the. Were we in a bar, I would have already offered to buy her a drink. She is divine. Her honey skin tone, slender legs, her boning fragile with her small hands and feet painted in a brilliant topaz."My name is Jason Saunders," I inhale slowly, all too aware how many other things I want to say and do now I've seen her- things I know morality would forbid but my body burns for. "I'm your son."Meg. My lungs desperately draw in air and I go to grab the doorframe but feel my hand flail. Jason is the.