The panties match with cutout panels and a thing back. The black of the lingerie contrasts while complementing her pale purple skin tone. When she’s...ready, she head for the door.She is a Christmas creature of sorts, born on the night of Christmas Eve, just as her daughter was. Her purpose like all of her kind is to simply bring sexual pleasure to one lucky soul and then vanish back to their world, never to return again. She decided to stay, forever cutting herself off from her realm. Of course. I then got her to spin around and show me her ass. She bent over and pulled her panties to the side, exposing her fat pussy. She then stood up and turned around and pulled the elastic waistband of my boxer's down and had a look at my semi-hard cock. She seemed to like what she saw and she began playing with it. She was trying to negotiate with me for more money and to stay longer which is always a turn off, but I get that these woman do this for a living and this is how they make the real. It was stupid, and proved nothing. Maybe sometimes these things did work out. Could I be so lucky? Could I finally have found the love I’d spent my whole life searching for? Could I be enough for him? What would the future hold, when I was an old lady and he a middle-aged man, with the needs and desires of a man? Would this just be a spring fling, if I went ahead and flung it?Too many questions, I thought. I moved two feet over on the couch, and reached for him, and leaned him down into my lap.. When we arrived home Marcy helped with all the bags. She and I both quickly tired of all the labor. “Where is your mother when we need her?” I asked.“Careful I might tell her you said that. She would demand you add another bedroom,” Marcy said laughing at me.“Hell she would demand a second bath and a dinning room,” I said.“A hot tub on the deck,” Marcy suggested.“A swimming pool and when I wouldn’t do it, she would somehow get Ed to pay for it,” I agreed.“That’s just mean daddy,” Marcy said.