The woman in those pictures was so unlike the woman I'd known for almost twenty years. Charlene was the poster child for normal, demure and reserved b...havior. Our sex life was fine but certainly not anything like what I had witnessed in the pictures much less the wild uninhibited sex we'd just had. She had never been flirtatious around other men and off color jokes would produce only a shy giggle or two.Yet, that same woman had come home wearing a slut's outfit with a video showing our friends. He picked out, several layering camis that he liked. Everything wasmostly conservative, sexy looking but, nothing over the top girly. Thenhe caught me off guard when he picked up one of Hanky Panky'sButterflies Camisole. It had black and white butterflies against ajewel-toned lavender background. It had scalloped lace trim around theneckline and hem and adjustable straps. It was about as feminine thatyou could imagine but, he said he liked it and matched it with theHanky Panky's Signature Lace. “So much for defending your honor,” he said as he scooped me up, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me out and into the tub. “It could have been worse,” he said as he placed me on his lap, face to face. “They could have seen us like this …” His lips plunged into mine for a deep, long kiss. He held onto my back with one hand to keep me from floating away as he grabbed onto on one of my breasts and softly kneaded. My nipple turned hard against the slow motion of his palm massaging against. “I’m not a baby,” said Harper, petulantly.“It’s just that you’ve never ... um ... talked with me about this,” said Hannah.“Come on. What teenager talks to her mother about boners?”“You are, now,” Hannah pointed out.“Only because it came up in conversation. I mean you think Bob’s worried about it and you’re obviously worried about it. But I’m not worried about it. I just want to get this done so I know my portfolio is ready to go.”“Let me get this straight,” said Hannah. “If Bob gets an erection.