As she stepped out of the second shoe, I felt her run her fingers through my hair, like you'd stroke a dog. I took a deep breath and reached up and ca...efully grabbed her panties and slid them down to the floor. She stepped out of them. Then I took her stuff over to the dresser. I carefully laid her panties on the top and set her shoes on the floor below. When I turned back the woman was standing on the side of the bed facing me.I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. What did she want? As she. I am in my mid 60s and my gorgeous, sexy wife is 52. She is stunning with dark brown hair, perfect 34D tits and well shaped, long legs with pretty perpetually manicured feet.She has known about my intense fetish for nylons since we got married and she happily indulges my obsession by wearing ultra sheer pantyhose pretty much everyday, weather permitting (it gets pretty hot in AZ). She loves wearing nylons so much that she even sleeps in them. She wears them to work and she wears them when she. On the other hand, that started Cindy to wondering just what *had* happened. Jenna had set eyes on Ari, and the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Also, the conversation between the sisters had a lot of subtext that she just couldn't read. Of course, a nun could have read the sexual innuendo in the words between Ari and Jenna. Still, there was something that she was missing, and Cindy thought that it could be a very important 'something'.As they drove, she thought about all that had. .. usually on a Saturday. I seldom turned her down. I knew I would get the news from Italy and Marianna, but it no longer hurt to hear of her glamorous life. I missed her still, but as the saying goes, that ship had sailed.I was sitting in the stands one June Wednesday night, watching a local high school baseball game when my new cell phone chirped. I recognized the number, it was the Alvarez number.“Hello, Mama,” I said with a smile in my voice. I’d long since reverted to calling her Mama. She.