One thing for sure intensified those feelings... don't know why. For a little while I owned a couple of white cotton shorts; a little number in a thic..., almost denim fabric which I used for my PE classes... and another pair that my mum got me for going out. These were made of a nice cotton blend that I suspect contained rayon as it had a very brilliant and a hint of shine when exposed to sunlight. Made to the length of modern short boxers; just covering the legs with an inseam of two to three. But every day in the morning he used to fuck me in my bed when my husband left for work early. It came to daily once and my husband no tours for the three months. Then after three months he had a 20 day tour and my son got an opportunity to fuck me in the night. He used to come to our bedroom after 11 in the night when he is finished with his studies. He opens the door and silently slips into my room in the darkness and gets into my bed to fuck me.I love the way he fucked me. I got sexual. I'll make them while you finish."Laura made each a vodka tonic, and they went into the living room. For a while they made small talk, mostly about Rob."I suppose I'm not the first one to tell you that you look like that model Stephanie Seymour," Camille said.Laura smiled and blushed. "No. I hear it once in a while." I bet. You're a dead ringer for her." Thanks." Gosh... I remember when I first saw her, like in one of those Victoria's Secret ads? I thought she was so gorgeous and sexy, it would. "I dug out a silk print blouse that has this design of red and blue lines and blocks on a white background. I put on a blue worsted kilt that's mid-thigh with a funny-looking bronze clasp pin Aunt Bessie gave me. I love good things.We both hit the long mirror on the back of the bedroom door at the same time. Anne's neckline showed the beginning of her cleavage. I undid the first three buttons of my shirt and let my braid fall down the front. We looked terrific.The museum wasn't too far across.