Still gently swaying, she dropped her hands to her thighs and began inching her skirt upwards to display her beautiful legs. When the hem of her skirt...passed the juncture of her thighs exposing her bare lips, I could see that she had, as I had suspected, taken off her panties."See," she said, "I kept it shaved just for you."Then she dropped the skirt, reached behind her back, undid the clasp and zipper and let it fall to the floor. Next she shrugged her shoulders causing the blouse to fall down. " There was a brief pause. "She's here. I'm putting you on speakerphone." Hi, Ms. Allard," Warren said. "Mr. Golick tells me you're a figure skating fan. Do you know who Warren Kelleher is?" Sure!" Linda said. "He's an ice dancer. Won the silver medal at nationals, and just won junior worlds." That's me." Really?" Linda said. "Wow! I'm a big fan!" Thank you," Warren said."OK, there's a point here, but I'm missing it," Mr. Golick said, bemused."Ice dancers have partners," Warren said. "Mine's. "These are all 38D, Melissa. The dressing room is right over there, youtwo take as long as you need."When Tim pulled the curtain closed behind him, I pulled Mike in for along, lingering kiss."You're going to spoil me rotten!"Mike just smiled then sat down on one of several overstuffed chairs."Pick out what you like." Baby, I'm going to give you a fashion show like you've never seen."Mike sat and watched as I browsed through the rack, pulling out each lacy,frilly bra that appealed. For a. I arrived home from a hot day at the office.Entering my kitchen I slip off my shoes, and then my skirt, then drink a refreshing glass of water and shed my blouse.Going to my room I pause at the open door, sensing someone's presence.There, lying on my bed in only his vest was Guy. He was masturbating. I was stunned. Then he saw me. His expression of shock and then resentment. "Mother ... how could you ... spying on me?" he accused bitterly. "Guy no! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded,.