It was a busy week, many chores, work, children, the baby was fussy, and we just sort of never really got around to either talking about the problem o... the internet, or making up, or making out either for that matter.Thursday I got home and discovered a voicemail from one of his co-workers, the message was that their flight plans had been changed, and instead of Saturday early, they were flying out Friday evening, He would be by to pick my husband up about 7 P.M ... I started smiling, and laid. He hopped out of the car and with a cold 12 pack nestled under one arm as he approached the front door and rang the bell. Larry was not prepared for what happened next as it was Clare that answered the door. She was dressed – if you can call it that – in a beach wrap that barely covered a well filled animal print bikini top. For a woman in her 40s, she was gorgeous with long dark hair, a dark tan and a body that would make most 25 years olds green with envy. “Ammmm….Mrs. Howard?” Larry timidly. Myself: I hope I am not disturbing your privacy.Amisha: Not at all dear, it is not as if I am sleeping naked. Besides, at least you won’t pull up my nightdress and stick your fat cock inside my ass, just like your uncle (grinned).Myself: I wouldn’t blame him if he did that. The weather is too damn cold.Amisha: Naughty boy! Your aunt cannot allow you to stick your cock inside her ass, I mean, that would be so inappropriate.Myself: I wish you had invested in a heater. How do you manage to. Iknew that I couldn't hope to duplicate Joanne's mastery, and thefalse lashes were difficult to apply but all in all, it lookedOK. I donned the torsolette, having to relace it when I missedone of the middle eyelets. The stockings and panties followedquickly, as I couldn't wait to open my gift. When I tore off thebow and paper, I saw a Halloween package, and looking closely, Isaw... that it was a French maid's outfit. I got the feeling thatI knew what Joanne's mumbled comment really had meant..