I came over the next day. Remember how I said she barely flirted in public? It's the exact opposite in private. She grabbed me in as soon as she opene... the door and kissed me as hard as she could for about a minute. When Laura finally let go all she said was "Hey. What's up?"I was dumbfounded. "What's up? Are you kidding me? Where were you?" I was right here silly," she said.You'd think I'd be used to it by now but I wasn't. "You know what, nevermind. What's for lunch." We made it a tradition. "Oh, Mum," Mark said, "your bottom is so sexy. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing you when your wearing your sexy knickers and tights. That is the sexiest thing I have ever seen."As Mark was saying this, my skirt passed over my hips and fell to the floor. I felt Mark's hands sliding up my hips and heard him moan again. I have to admit the feeling of his hands on my hips and upper legs felt wonderful his touch was so soft.Suddenly, I felt only one hand. Then I heard more moaning from. Again, he with a smile he returned to the first clamp, half a turn, then slowly, giving alternate breasts half a turn on each clamp. their eyes having met once more, his searching her defiant glare half a turn, then half a turn more, anything to keep the mind from the pain now shooting to her brain from those poor squashed nipples… A vision of her schoolmaster all those years ago, the words of the charge of the light brigade ringing in her near hysterical brain …half a league half a league… she. Her curves were perfect. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her tits were pert and identical. All that was left were her tiny white panties, thigh high white stockings, and a garter belt I had failed to notice before. Something was missing. "Put your veil back on," I ordered. She disappeared and came back with her veil on, flowing about her tanned shoulders and naked back. Perfect. I slid to the foot of the bed and placed my hands to hold her hips. I kissed her belly down to the band of her.