We were going to dinner at a ‘nice’ restaurant, by which I took him to mean a classy place. Jeans and a t-shirt were definitely out of the questio.... I found a very nice black halter-topped dress. It was clingy, with a tie around the neck, mostly open back, and several very long slits up the leg to mid-thigh. It looked very classy and very sexy; it clung to me (and Mom, for that matter) like a second skin. No way was I going to wear panties. I just pulled on some long black thigh tops and black. Hum dono ek-doosre ko aise feel kar rahe the, jaise janam-janam se bhookhe ho hum log ek-doosre ke liye.Fir maine unke boobs ko press karna shuru kiya, aur wo bhi mere lund ko mere pant ke upar se sehla rahi thi. Maine unki nighty utaar kar fenk di, aur ab wo sirf lingerie mein thi. Unko black lingerie mein dekh kar mere hosh udd gaye. Tabhi unhone mujhe hairaan dekh kar kaha –Mami: Kya hua, aaj tak mujh jaisa koi nahi dekha kya?Maine bola: Nahi mami, aap bahut khoobsurat ho.Aur mere ye kehte. They had a lovely Christmas too, Things then settled, to what passes for normality in Wiltshire, January being grey and miserable. Sex had not reared its head for a while, oh Monty was tupping his mother still and the newly weds too, enjoying themselves immensely but nothing untowards had happened so far. It was in the drawing room in front of a good log fire that the two women, sat for their afternoon tea one dreary Tuesday, Bessy had baked some particularly succulent apple turnovers and they. It must have been to her taste for she threw back her hood and removed her cloak, handing it to me with the air of someone used to having servants in attendance.She wasn't what you would call pretty, and certainly not beautiful, and yet there was a certain sensuous attractiveness about her. Her medium brown hair was worn in the fashion of the day, with a mid-parting; her eyes were brown, and sparkled with intelligence and wit; her mouth was inviting, if a trifle wide. Underneath a red velvet.