After he left I took a showerand changed for dinner.I wore the pink suit with an eggshell blouse and gray heels and modestmakeup. The car pulled up in...front of the hotel and as I got in I sawhis parents. As soon as I was seated he made the introductions."Mother, father, this is Catherine Grant; Catherine, my parents, theKing and Queen."His father kissed my hand and his mother shook it. "Call me HankCatherine. King, or Sire, sounds so... formal."His mother was watching me closely, something I. We got out and ran for the door and straight to her bedroom where I grabbed her and started kissing her while I rubbed her ass and pulled up her skirt. I found out that it was stockings and garter belt rather than pantyhose which really turned me on. I took her panties, blouse and bra off but made her leave on her skirt hose and heels. I pushed her down to her knees and she took my cock out and swallowed it whole in one go. This woman had practice sucking cock. I was ready to blow in no time. I. Bill always had alove for lingerie and his desire to see women in panties bordered on asecret fetish for the dainty lacey material. For as long as he couldremember the thongs, bikini cut panties, crotchless, butterfly, boyshorts, tangas, briefs, string bikinis and tap panties of all colorsexcited him. How they enhanced a women's tush or hinted at the heavenlydelights they caressed created powerful fantasies in Bill's mind. Infact, much of Bill's immense collection of porn was mostly panty. They took two days to climb another mountain. It was hard brutal work to climb and hack their way up the vine covered granite outcroppings. They sat down for rest about two hundred feet from the top. Stephanie was hot and tired. She jabbed around in the ground with her machete. She dug up a small rock and threw it over the side, trying to hit the river below.When she picked up another one, Brad stopped her before she threw it down. He took it and looked at it. There were chips in it. Somebody.