"Leave the dress with me; I'll get it pressed. Don't worry about settling just yet, we can sort that out later when you aren't in a rush. Oh! And in t...e meantime I'll look for something for your date." It's not a date. It's just Guy buying me dinner as an apology." Is that so?" Sylvie enquired. "It seems to me more about two friends having an intimate evening." Rubbish." Cried Marion. "It's making amends. That's all." Of course." Her friend told her smiling as if there was a private joke. "Guy. ”“I never said I didn’t care,” I said, sitting up and enjoying the feel of her heavy breasts pressing into my chest. “But this isn’t my bathroom or yours. We should take care.”She studied my face for a moment, squeezed me several times, and then nodded. “How about a change of position then?”“Do you have something in mind?”She nodded. “I want you to take me from behind.”I nodded in agreement only because I would control our pace. Olive eased off me and I stood up. She moved forward and before I. It’s much too light to stay respectably in place and cover my upper legs.”“You have pretty legs ... UH, I’m sorry, I was thinking that and it just came out.”“Thank you for the compliment, Derek. I love my long legs too. I’d bet that your mom has long pretty legs also, doesn’t she?”“OH YES! She sure does. You remind me of her in so many ways. I meant that as a compliment.”“Tell me one way, Derek.”“Well ... I’m not sure I can, and keep from getting into trouble.”“Then let me ask, and you tell me. Needless to say he kept her naked most of the time. Her outfit was a little French Maid type apron & high heels. Every morning the first thing she woke up to was his big hard cock sliding into her. She said he would keep her in bed for a couple of hours at a time fucking her senseless. She said whenever he took her out he made her wear only a sundress & high heels, no bra & no panties, he had told her he wanted her ready to take it wherever & whenever he had the desire as well as wanting to.