My grandmother was a very beautiful woman in her youth, and still a handsome woman in her later years. She would apply her make-up every morning and k...pt her greying hair at bay with henna dyes. But what caught my teenage attention was her wardrobe of vintage lingerie. It was new and alien to my teenage self, and I didn’t understand the stirrings in my loins as my eyes rested upon the collection of frills and beautifully embroidered nylon, cotton and silks. My curiosity and fascination had been. "Do you know who I am?" he said again, stroking the cloth down her neck and into the v neckline of her tee shirt.She shook her head and he could see the desperate fear and disbelief beginning to register in her eyes."Do you watch the news?" The wet cloth was left at the corner of the table, his hand continued down into the v of her shirt. He grasped her breast over her bra, squeezing. His fingers flexed rhythmically, tightening until he knew she would have bruises."Answer me, darling." He. ” “I thought I would wear my leather boots and fishnet stockings. Just because. I wish you had been here to smooth my stockings on my legs, and lace up my boots for me. Hmmm…oh yes, that would have made your cock twitch. I would have had you kneel before me, pulling those laces tighter and tighter. I might have even let you touch them with your cock. You’re almost cumming at that thought I can tell. Well, we had best get on slut. What are we doing this evening? Say it out loud.” “We are. Like somewhere inside I still have hope we can get back together, even though I know that ain't gonna happen." So how long were you two married?" Almost five years. It's funny how short a time 'forever' is ..." she said sadly. That was my cue to change the subject to something brighter."Say, Rose, you said that your movers only showed up a couple of days ago right?" I asked."That's right, why?" So you haven't gotten everything unpacked and set up yet, have you?" Hardly! I'm still trying to find.