Mom is very much focussed and goal oriented and is not really concerned about other people's opinions of her anyway.I like the way my mom dresses and ...hen I was still in the habit of borrowing her lingerie I particularly liked that she had such a nice assortment of underwear and shoes for me to borrow. You could say that mom's style of dressing became mine; at least as far as my fetish went. I am not the only one that likes the way my mom dresses; she had her fair share of suitors. Mind you she. I only learned his full name was Angus Michael FitzKiern after working there nearly a year.Angus winced the first time I said his first name. He reminded me so much of the big, burly guys who worked in the factories and on the docks in Belfast where I grew up. My mum died trying to give me a sister when I was four and da died on the docks in an accident when I was twelve. I was sent to America to live in Boston with mum's brother who was an abusive drunken asshole. I guess I should be thankful. He continues to touch me gently as we order our food. And just as the server walks away, his finger touches my pussy, making me gasp. The restaurant is full, we’re sitting in a corner table, facing everyone. He continues rubbing my pussy, and clit while we talk and wait for our food. I know I’m close to cumming and just as we see our server coming to our table with our food, Tate whispers quietly in my ear “Fucking cum, right now.”I can’t not cum, his demand makes my body shake, he’s got two. Now she wanted to start a new life, the one they had talked about at length last night.Looking through the bag of clothes, she found what she was looking for. He had made it clear he liked the little country girl look. From the bag she pulled out a pair of daisy dukes rhat exposed her lips, a sleeveless mid-drift top and a pair of crotchless, french cut panties. After getting dressed and putting on just a tiny touch of make-up, she pulled her hair into the pigtails he said were his favorite.