" What, like messing with my game or something?" I asked, confused."No, reprogramming YOU" he said, looking at me intensely."You're full of shit. Stop...messing around. Can I go back to my game now?" I asked. I wasn't sure I liked where this was going..."Look at this" he said, showing me his phone. On the screen were pictures of me, in my room, wearing my favorite shinny pantyhose while sleeping.I've had a fascination for shiny suntan pantyhose for as long as I can remember, and wear them. He looked down appreciatively at her sore and dirty feet. He smiled. So Miranda had decided to take the girl in hand, had she? How absolutely splendid!She hurried into the gym, hoping none of her colleagues had seen her standing around half naked in her bare feet in the middle of the City! Not a good career move!It was a pleasant surprise for her to find clean underwear and a nice crisp white blouse, waiting for her, placed neatly beside her locker. One reason, apart form the welcome respite. A few minutes later she emerged wearing a beach cover-up and flip-flops. I had changed into my bathing suit and we made our way to the beach behind the hotel.Once we were on the sand, Brenda spread her towel and I did the same next to her. She looked at me and asked, "Are you ready for your surprise?"I was and Brenda pulled the cover-up from her splendid body and she stood there in a bikini, her first bikini ever. She quickly knelt, as she didn't want to call any attention to herself, that's. ..love me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." Mom came hard, impaling herself on my stiff rod over and over until she shuddered and sighed and rested on my chest laughing. "God that was good, the last time I came that good we were in Las Vegas."She started to move and I said "No mom stay there." I held her ass. We kissed again stopping only for words of love as our tongues played to stirrings below. I wanted never to be out of her. I sat up and we held each other, still connected. I felt her hard.