, You don't look so good. Why are you sweating, Dear? Are You in pain? Hmm? I know! Why don't you go get out of those work clothes and put on 'Somethi...g a little more Comfortable'. Here's an idea! Why don't We All, go and put on 'Something a little more Comfortable'?" Mary's voice had dropped to a very low husky whisper."Here,Dear. Stand up and Let Mommy help you. Those pants of yours must be ki lling you by now. It's o.k." I stood there on shaking legs and let my wife undo my pants. The. " OH GOD, YESSSSS, AHHHHH, OH, I GONNA CUM, GONNA CUMMMMM, OOOOH, NOOOO, GOD, DON'T STOP NOW, PLEASE, OHHH, SSOOOO CLOSE!" You don't get to Cum yet Slut, Now what to play, How bout 'Stick the finger in the Bride's Asshole', let's just get that little rosebud wet with that juice runnin outa your cunt then just stick it." Oweeee, Oh, Owweee, TO BIG, THAKE IT OUT, PLEASE TAKE IT OUT!" Shit, wait till I shove my Cock in there, You'll be Squeelin like a Pig." Hey, let me rub her clit, she'll be. .. but as I said, times change.It was The Roaring Twenties and skirts were as short or shorter than today, except there was normally a fringe of beads which hung at least to mid-thigh. The most popular dances involved wild arm movements which bounced the dresses and caused the beads to swing wildly often times causing the short hems of the skirts to flap upward revealing the tops of stockings– and often more. Women who danced in such a manner were called “Flappers.” In private they were called. ‘I told them.’ ‘You did?’ ‘I did.’ ‘And?’ ‘What a huge relief, I can’t even tell you. Now I’m not worried about them finding out, but what I didn’t expect is that it drew us all closer,’ She paused and took another drink. ‘Everyone cried. Well, everyone except my dad. He got angry of course, but not at me, at the situation. Then everyone got really upset that I hadn’t told them sooner. I had to do a lot of explaining about that. They couldn’t seem to understand that I just didn’t want to.