I was shown to my room where I was told to disrobe and lie face down on the table. I did as I was told but soon realized that there wasn’t a sheet o... the table to cover up with. I’ve never been the modest type so I did as I was told. I moved my penis and testicles down so I wouldn’t lay on them figuring that they’ve probably seen worse.The door opened and the lights were dimmed. She pulled out a warm sheet and draped it over my body. I didn’t see who was touching me but her hands sure felt good. Dammit. Why did I ever get into this?? But I trudged along, picking out the finest, a few bra and panty sets that I thought would look quite smart on her, and appeal to my husband as well. A cami, a bustier, plenty of stockings, a garter set...I spent all the money I had earned from my business start-up. On her. On her. My mind raced, thinking of her wearing each and every item, worn to entice my husband, to turn him on. Perhaps she will wear some of them for a Valentine's Day date with him???. "I didn't know we had a choice," Mom said."Well, you do, the single consideration is the least possible chance that anyone will recognize you. I was leaning toward Hawaii." You were?" Mom asked. "Does that mean you're..." she stopped as I was shaking my head gave a sigh, and then added, "It never hurts to hope. But what would we do there? I mean, it's beautiful, but it's going to be expensive, we'll need jobs and..." Give him a chance Cyndi," Dad said. "It sounds like he's given this some. If Jennifer and I are together, you get your wish. But don’t you dare say anything to her about this. It’s important that you just let things happen naturally. If you interfere in any way at all, it could make a real mess,” I cautioned.“I know,” she said meekly. “I learned that lesson the hard way.”“I’ll see you a week from Friday!” I said.“I love you Steve. And I’m happy.”“Oh, I almost forgot, Dad’s coming up on Tuesday to look at a house we might buy. It’s got five bedrooms, and one of them.