I had to get ready for my night job. I had taken a night job as a security guard several years ago when the kids started college. Our youngest had g...aduated just over a year ago, but I kept the night job. I figured we could always use the extra money.As I walked out the door that evening, I took another look at my wife. She was still in the kitchen cleaning the dishes from dinner. She seemed to move so slowly. I walked out the door without even saying goodbye.Basically just going through. When I looked through the top drawer of my dresser, it quickly became apparent that there were no more boxer shorts to be found. I was already ten minutes late for work, and in no mood to run into unexpected problems. “Lucy,” I called out, “I can’t find any clean underpants.” “What?” she called back from the kitchen, above the noise of the extractor fan. I was about to repeat myself when she appeared in the bedroom wearing a gingham cooking apron over her bra and panties. I loved that look,. I felt nervous. I knew I looked nervous. I was riding a crazy wave of emotions that I had inflicted on myself! I had been like normal, camped out on the deck with my laptop and my radio. Sensing my nervousness Donna wanted to go back out on the deck and visit a little. We had known each other for years but I never looked at her in a sexual way, there was no attraction there for me at all. Donna was like a lot of women in her late fifties you see out there. Oh, I know that sounds. She was such a sweet women, and I knew she would give me at least twenty bucks for helping her out.When we reached upstairs we went straight into her bedroom. I had been in her home plenty of times, but never in her bedroom before. It was a real nice room. Everything was pink and white. Mrs. Tillman's closet was huge. I'd never seen so many cloths in my life. The huge walk in closet was as big as my bedroom. I guess she had already set up, because there was a 6 ft. ladder already set up in the.