The snap at her hip was loosened and the skirt fell to the floor and I watched as she retrieved it and hung it in the closet. The blouse followed and ...he was standing in a full white slip with lace at the top and bottom. I think it was that moment when I fell completely in love with my mother. I mean not like motherly love. I mean full blown love. I just adored the creamy softness that she had standing in that pretty slip with dark bands of stockings barely visible. She unsnapped the garters. Ali stood as if in a trance. “Are you going to help me up?” I asked. Ali stammered something in his own language, then said, “sorry again,” as he reached down to take my outstretched hand. As I came level with his crotch, I stroked his bulge and said, “I think you are in need some relief.” Ali looked like a startled hare, so I said to him, not to worry, that Tom and I were very open-minded when it came to sex. I unzipped him and got the shock of my life as Ali’s. My husband was standing beside me, he had had a few to many drinks before the concert so he was pretty much out of it. The guy behind me was so squished up against me he had his crotch pressed against my ass. I was squished against the guy in front of me with my boobs pressed against his back. As the band played the crowd started to jump up and down and it didnt take to long for my skirt to ride up over my hips. I didnt bother putting it back down, having a young, and black, tall, good looking. "Why don't you goshower and get changed and we'll go out?" he suggested.I reached down and picked up the overnight bag I'd placed by the coffeetable. "Okay, I'll be as quick as I can."Bob smiled and said, "Take your time. I've got to change too."Walking down the hall I turned into the guest bedroom. Being such goodfriends for so long I'd used this room plenty of times. Bob and Ijokingly referred to it as "my" bedroom. I closed the door to thebedroom and walked into the bathroom, kicking my.