My heart was racing as I said yes!Pam told me to arrive about 2.30 in the afternoon, she also told me to wear something dressy, as “ the lads liked ...hat sort of stuff, so make sure you’ve got some heels and stockings on”.I was feeling as horny as hell as the images of the previous week flooded my mind.Thursday came and I put on some black hold up stockings, black open crotch knickers, black 3” heels with a short black dress, I didn’t bother with a bra.I shaved my fanny but left a nice bush in a. I groaned softly, but my mum did not seem to notice. That dark nipple was so firm and jutted out from her pale breast that I was so tempted to touch it. Mum did not say anything and turned to rinse off and then shut off the shower. I stepped away from the shower. "Be a darling and pass me a towel," she said before I could exit the bathroom. I turned back and grabbed one off the rack. When I turned toward her, mum had pulled back the curtain, and I had another great frontal view of her -- Holy. But he also felt a sense of relief thathe wouldn't have to continue hiding his secret from her.Saturday was another track meet. There were three weeks left in theseason, and Tanner was counting down the days to when he would be free ofTyrone and Darryl. On Saturday morning, he packed the clothes in hisduffel bag that Bridget had left for him on Thursday. They weresurprisingly conservative compared to his prior outfits. It consisted ofa pink sleeveless crop top, white pleated skirt, and. On the third Saturday, Monica strode through the door with an almost grim expression saying, "We need to talk."Though alarm bells were ringing in my head, I replied as calmly as I could, "Fine, will the living room be satisfactory?" In private," she rejoined."There is no one else here," I told her, "And I don't expect anyone for at least a couple of hours."I walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. I expected Monica to join me, but she sat on one of the recliners instead."I will talk.