" Mom whipped around, and Daddy looked over at me, trying to hide a smile. "Apologize!" Fuck you." "Oooooo! I don't know what to do with you! I said t... spit the damn gum out!" I'm not spitting the gum out. I have every right to chew it if I want." Not in this house you don't. In this house, under my rules, you will not chew gum, you fucking brat." "It's not your house. It's Daddy's house, and Daddy hasn't told me to stop chewing gum."She knew she couldn't argue that, and it pissed her off even. My fiancee was only 21 at the time, and her mum was only 20 when she was born, so she was only 41. A damn fine 41, and only about 15 years older than me herself. She’d obviously taken care of herself and had a really lithe body, with long shapely legs, and what I thought looked about C size breasts. Even though I was tired from my 13 hours on the plane without sleeping and a couple of fitful nights sleep prior to that, I was still impressed. She was one hot lady and I couldn’t help. She reached down and grasped the hem and wriggled until it rose up to reveal tights!"Ugh," I grunted. "Take them off."Liz smiled and slipped her fingers under the rolled up skirt and into the waistband of the pantyhose, another wiggle of the hips and they started to slip down. I noticed her white knickers coming into view."The knickers too," I said.Her hands paused ever so slightly and then repositioned themselves under the white waistband, it was only when the descending mess reached her knees. Turning so that she was in profile to the audience and three-quarters facing the Emir she waited perfectly still until some music started in the background. Then to the utter surprise of all present, including the Emir, she launched into a slightly amended version of Gilda's aria Caro Nome expressing her love for the young man before her, who was in fact her Emir. As the beautiful soprano voice filled the throne room with the magic of Verdi's music, all of the audience were moved, and tears.