I returned to the bed and got in, rolling the image of her around in my hangover- addled mind. I heard the toilet flush, then water as she brushed, th...n watched intently for her return. There was a long silent moment where no sound issued from the bathroom. 'What was she doing?' I wondered.After a long silent pause, Mom emerged walking slowly, head high, not covering anything. Her breasts were gently bouncing and swaying slightly as she walked slowly back to the bed, eyes on mine, pulled back. In addition to two drawers, which we had not opened, there were two doors above, with a shelf in between them, and three doors below. I was sure that she was thinking the same as I was, we would find out what was inside the hutch after everyone else left for the day. ‘If there are no objections, I’d like to post photos of the antique automobiles for the dealers to see. We may as well take advantage of word-of-mouth advertising.’ There were no objections to my idea. ‘What are you going to do?’. As soon as i got home i pulled my goodies out of my pocket and laid them on the bed then stripped down and immediately put on the worn pair of white tights from her laundry hamper. They felt amazing and it didn't take me long to cum as i wanked my hard cock fast thinking of how she had worn them that week and i was now wearing them. Over the rest of the weekend i wore the other 3 pairs of tights and her panties and the hold up stockings and wanked myself while wearing each of them. On monday at. ." For me too Becky... I was in the Park with you. We were hiking, and then... What happened?" I remember you making me the tea. I don't remember drinking it." You don't? I do. You said you liked it. Said it was a little bit smoky, a little bit sweet, a little bit like licorice. I thought that was a good description. I remember being glad you were enjoying it..." Yes! Now I remember! Curious, it's like remembering a dream. It might be totally forgotten, but if you make a note about it when you.