Lycra. Thin lycra,' I said, with a smile. 'Might as well have been nothing on at all.'That was too much for Jenny, and she jumped up and ran for the s...airs. I followed at a more sedate pace. When I got there she had the cabinet doors open. 'Wow,' she said. 'You weren't kidding, were you?' She lifted down the slipper, thwacked it against her hand. 'And you've had this? Bet it hurt.' She lifted down a cane. 'This is more like it.' She looked round the room, saw the table, handed me the cane. 'Six. “No cumming before I say so,” he grinned wickedly at her and she whimpered. “But I need to…” Need to what, my little girl?” he replied as he circled her swollen clit with his tongue. “I need to cum… please” “Who do you want to cum for?” “My Sir, always my Sir.” “Who owns this little pussy, who decides when it gets to cum?” “My Sir does… please.. please.. I need to cum.” Relentlessly, he kept licking and sucking, keeping her right on the edge, trying to hold back. Finally he growled the five. So, when he would visit, I would dress just for him. I wasn't too obvious about it, I didn't want Mom to catch on but I made it so each time he would get to see just a little that he hadn't seen before.I could usually get away without wearing a bra if I kept some sense about it. When I did go 'top-commando, ' I would always check myself out over and over in my full length mirror bending and turning, making sure that only just the right twist or turn would show my newly-developing charms.Then,. Now my piss queen, just lift your bum up a little’. As she did so, he pulled the back of her skirt right up behind her back. ‘Now, isn’t that comfortable? Everything is quite normal, and we are just an ordinary old couple, taking in the air. Now, just let me help you enjoy yourself.’ With that he slighly put his hand under her volumous skirt, between the missing slat and started fingering her very moist hairy cunt. ‘Simon, this is delightful and if you will excuse my language, fucking horny..