Instead of the usual mother-son type dance I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, I could...smell the honeysuckle shampoo in her hair and the perfume she wore was creating quite a stir in my pants. I was also delightfully amused that her breasts when pressed up against me did not feel spongy and soft, but firm and hard.After our dance she got our dessert and we sat down and ate it, we also killed the bottle of wine, then my mother. "You seemed miles away," said Kim, the twenty-something."Oh no, no, what were you saying?" said Dianne."Mary was saying that she needs a good shag," laughed Sheila, the fourth woman."No I wasn't, don't listen to her," said Mary and all four women laughed although the mention of 'a good shag' resonated with Dianne.Conversation between the four women continued and a bit more wine was consumed. Dianne had almost forgotten about the young man but she happened to look up and, although several yards. I found myself wondering what she needed all the clothing for, I'd never seen her wear anything but a white t-shirt and jeans. I moved to the dresser that sat at the back of the closet. It was massive, and the wooded front looked old and polished. The first drawer I popped open was full of lacy underwear. I pulled one out, and couldn't figure out what it even was. My palms were sweating and my heart thundered in my ears. I opened drawer after drawer, finding all sorts of lingerie, some. "Yes!" he screamed in delight. He then started to go about placing on hishosiery. He placed his leg into the right leg of the pantyhose and tried to work hisleg down into it, but he noticed that it ran the hose. He looked downdejected. He figured that maybe he was doing something wrong. This time hefigured that he would both legs down at the same time, and that this would fixthe problem. Mark started to work both legs down the stockings, and the silkfelt so smooth and seductive on his skin, but.