She bent to make sure he was positioned properly in the channel and looked Joe in the eye, her face red as a beet."I see you have no problem stretchin... the other leg." She said backing away noticing his full erection in his lounge pants."Oops, sorry Betty. That's hard to help around such an attractive woman. I was hoping you wouldn't notice." Joe said disgusted in himself."I guess that's flattery and a week ago I would have helped you do something about it, I swear." She said with sureness."As. .how gay had I already become?He phoned about two hours later, on his lunch break, and told me to pick him up at 7:30 at a local parade of shops, and that I had to wear some of the panties and stockings I had been buying. I showered, and dressed in some pretty pale pink panties, and black holdups. I wore a shirt, a pair of jeans and lofas with no socks ( you could see my stockinged feet) my heart was racing as I drove to meet him, and I almost bottled out, but my erect cock kept me focusedHe. She was wearing a purple velvet dress which struck me as a bit formal; maybe the most appropriate option from a limited wardrobe. Nice, anyway. She looked elegant and it hid her bulk. I flipped through her album collection and found it rather predictably girly. Carole King’s Tapestry. Some Joni Mitchell and Cat Stevens. Roberta Flack and the current female singers of the time: Gabrielle and Lisa Stansfield. Some good stuff, but it was what it lacked that was significant. No oomph. No masculine. Boldly, Maureen bent down to touch the leather shoes. They were black and shone brightly and there was the scent of newly applied polish.Polishing the statue’s shoes was one of the duties of the strange old man.She lowered her head and sniffed. The smell was unmistakable: Anne Boleyn’s shoes had just been polished. Maureen stifled a giggle, then frowned. The strange sound!Absently, she lifted the satin skirt and stared at the perfectly formed, silk-shod legs. What other ministrations did.