“Are you wearing panties?” I asked. “Yes, of course,” she replied. “Show me.” I growled. She raised her dress to reveal white cotton bikin... panties. I stepped over to her, reached my hands out to her waist, grabbed the panties and pulled them off of her body. “Now we are ready to go!” I exclaimed. I pushed her out the door in front of me and we got into my car. We went to a bar where neither of us would be known. At my request we were seated at a booth in the back and I ordered double drinks. " "That's great. I'll just wait for you then. You're so sweet and amazing, Peter. I feel so fine now." "Okay. Back in a few. The TV is right there. Relax. You'll be home in the morning." Going out the door I made sure that I left a room key for her. I had got two at the desk. I headed into town and found a fast food place for some fried chicken and side dishes. I was gone just at 45 minutes and arrived back. I knocked first, in case she was not dressed yet. She called out to come on in. I used. "Does Mom know you cheat on her?"Laughing, John got up and went to grab robe, covering his burgeoning erection. "Baby, I'm a man and maybe your mother hasn't done the best job of explaining things to you but men need sex. Lots of it. Your mother has a good life and she's perfectly happy. I give her lots of attention, but I like younger, more supple women. I like women that know their place, like your mother does and doesn't bitch and complain and again, knows their place! So, please Jamie,. For a moment she fiddled with the dress, trying to make sure her boobs would not pop out and trying without success to pull the hem down a little further. Her hands fiddled with her hair, just as Jackson called her. He sounded impatient. So, she picked up the tray.Taking a very deep breath she walked towards the lounge. The issues of the dress and the idea that maybe Jackson was not alone playing on her mind, as she walked. As she entered the room, she nervously scanned it. To her relief it was.