I decided to slip into Brian’s room and place them under his pillow, writing on them with sharpie, “thank you!” I must have dozed off (more like...passed out) sleeping like I was dead. The next thing I knew, it is daylight outside and the clock is displaying 10:05. I was shocked to discover I overslept two hours. Why didn’t the girls wake me for camp? How did my husband get ready for work without waking me? What was Brian doing? That’s when I heard (and felt) him. “Morning, Marsha” I was. Ouch, ouch ouch - Why does allthis woman's' stuff have to hurt? Poor little me.Clean and smooth as a baby's a... I dressed in all that pink, softsilky stuff, hitched up the panty hose and put on my shirt, tie andsuit. For some reason the shirt and suit material felt rough where Inever noticed it before but underneath this sandpaper cloth, all washeaven. I'm done and ready. I won't screw up on my first work dayanyway. Funny I didn't even find dressing this way unusual at allconsidering the. She held his head in her hands pulling Ryan to her. Kissing him back deeply, wanting Ryan right then. Ryan's hand slipped into the loose folds of Ilea's robe, searching, wanting to feel her wetness, wanting to feel the power responsible for taking her journey.Ilea felt her heat even before she felt her desires. As she caressed her breasts lightly he moaned with her. Into her open mouth, tongues slippery, sliding. Holding her close she pulled upward, his fingers sliding in and out. Feeling the. So this is a fictional story of what i wished had happened with her. Tracey was in her early 40's and started working as a receptionist with us when i was in my mid 20's. She had nice blonde hair not quite shoulder length and had a nice figure. She would sometimes wear skirts and tights although the skirts were sometimes kneed length or longer and other times she'd wear trousers but i'd always notice even with trousers i would look down at her feet and see she was wearing tights with flat.