" I'm sorry that I don't have any more. I can't help it." It's okay. No problem." He continued to kiss her, sometimes tenderly and sometimes a little ...ore aggressively. He also began to slide his hand back down her chest, across her belly and onto the clasp of her jeans. Just as he had done with her bra, with almost no effort, he undid the big silver button and then unzipped her jeans while quickly returning his hand to her panties and sliding down again, this time inside. His hand stopped. Gus loves the way I dress for work, I wear skirts and blouses and low pumps in either black patent or spectators which are black patent at the heels and toes and white between and yes nylons with the black seem running up the back of the legs.One day when I got home fom work I saw my son Gussy dressed as I dress, a skirt; blouse; and nylons; and my heels which he seemed to have learned to walk in, and rather well. He had a pair of my silver half-square reading glasses hanging across his boobs. And she *liked* his cock, dammit. It felt *good* inside her the way he used to swing his hips from side to side so she felt like he was twice as big as he was. Thinking about that only got her madder. She shook her head and resolved to put it out of her mind until later, maybe she would think of something in her sleep. It turned out to come from the TV. She was marinating the chicken breasts and caught the tail end of a movie ad, something like a comedy set on an S&M island, or some such. But maybe I’ll ask Wrack to work on that a little bit next time.’ With that, she somehow blushed even more fiercely and went into her room. She didn’t close the door though. Next time? I stared at the tape in my hand. Did I really want to do this? Did I have a choice? I was the only one who could make sure my Kate stayed safe. I had to. In truth of course it wasn’t really a tape. That’s a misnomer these days. It was a memory stick. I plugged it into my computer and fired up my video program. It.