" I know, but it's cold outside, and I don't want the pussy to catch a cold." Good thinking," I said as I grab the coat I left lying on the chair.The ...indshield wipers are going full blast by the time we arrive at the mall. I pull up to the main entrance, drop Cindi off, and look for a parking space. Fifteen minutes later, I shake the snow off my coat, push open the revolving doors and look for Cindi. She's watching a line of children waiting to tell Santa what they want for Christmas."Thinking. There, now you are dry. Here is your pretty pink ruffled panties." The soft material of the panties felt very good against my soft bare skin. I wondered why all men didn't wear nylon panties instead of ruff cotton jockey shorts. Mother helped me with my ruffled under vest and dress. I put on my pink ankle socks and shoes. Mother hugged me and told me how sweet I was to humor her in this way. I sat in front of her dressing table while she brushed my hair over to put the part on the right side. I. “Alright, Odgen,” she replied happily. Odgen gave me a nod as we passed into the tavern, and a sly wink, as if he knew exactly what was going on. Inside was a large room sided by a bar and a row of empty stools. Gillian led me through to a room in the back that held a small bed and a few other items of simple furniture. A thrill of anticipation shot through me when she turned and began to undo the laces of her bodice, smoky eyes watching me watching her.“You’re a warrior,” she said as she. I again took of my jacket and even in the dim light he could see my hard nipples pushing again the cloth. Then a group of three middle age men came into the bar and sat down not too far from us. As our drinks came I turned toward my husband and let my dress rise a little.....and parted my legs wider…He stared again at my exposed wet labia and smiled to me.I smiled back and told him it was going to be a good night. The group of men was behind me. I told Victor I had to use the ladies room and.