Then cradling myhead, she rubbed the perfumed nylon over my head and face causing theslippery material to swish and zip over my girdled face! "Doesn't...thatjust feel delicious Tim sweetie" she cooed.I tried to hold my panic but Madge wasn't done. I felt another swish asmore material was put over my head and then I was in total darkness! Icould feel her tie something around my neck, not too tight, but just tohold what was now over my head in place. Then I felt her pull thematerial tight and. I squeezed my fingers over the warm, soft skin of her arches and she moaned. It was a sexual moan, not a relaxed one. She was trying to send me a message. She didn’t want any more foreplay; she wanted my tongue inside her.I put her foot down and picked up the other one. I slid her little sock off of it and began rubbing. Her toes smelled sweet and plain. I pushed my fingers between them and applied pressure with my palm, hoping to show her how strong I was.“That feels really good,” she said,. And you know what I like too don't you. Weboth well remember the vintage housewives of yesteryear don't we? Theclass, the deportment and grace, the demeanor, the poise. Well, I found away to get that back. Today's women won't dress like women anymore. Nomakeup, the rats nest of unkempt hair, overweight women with blotchycomplections in shapeless sweatshirts and stretch pants as they lumberaround in dirty sneakers. Disgusting! And, they don't act like womeneither. This macho, tattooed. ^On the drive to my home, Julia said, "I'm so happy that your sleep and studying are so amazing. That's going to be a huge help to you in your life. I hope it doesn't get too boring or mentally tiring for you." Based on the one night at your house, I enjoy doing the new Math courses. They weren't boring or tiring. The schoolwork reviewing that I've been doing at home is boring, but new math material is fun. I think I'll be fine so long as that remains the case, which it should. I'll let you.