There was a woman looking about my mother’s age, about forty, quite attractive with a good figure and long brown hair. She was stripping to change i...to her swimsuit and was already down to a white bra and panties just like my mother wore but briefer.I watched her unclip her bra and slip off her panties. Her naked body was every bit as good as any porn, with big firm breasts and a full triangle of dark pubic hair between her legs. She spent a long time nude tying her hair into a pony tail for. Then the other handlifted the back of my skirt so that she could fondle my knicker-clad bum."Pretty in pink," she giggled, reminding me that she had had a clear viewof my underwear while looking through the letter-box. I felt my cockstart to stiffen. I realised that I was starting to enjoy beingdiscovered in a mini-dress and female underwear. "I just came round tosee if you were all right on your own," she went on. "Er well," I spokefor the first time since she arrived. "I was just about to get. “I apologize,” she said. “I must have used too much; you were out for four hours.” “Too much what?” “Amazing stuff really. Concocted by a close friend of mine. It comes in two parts. Each part harmless by itself but when mixed together it attacks the central nervous system.” “Two parts?” he managed. “What the hell is going on?” “Good, you’re coming out of it.” “Out of what?” “I slipped you a mickey,” she confessed flatly. “Why did you do that? What kind of call girl are you?” “The really. ..” She trailed off, looking around warily. “Ms. Reynolds, would you make sure all the doors are locked? Please?” She plead weakly.“Of course, honey.” Heather said, standing, “And you can call me Heather, darling. I’ve known you since you were a little girl.” Kelly only nodded slightly at this, but just saying the sentence made Heather flush slightly. She quickly padded off to lock the remaining doors and prepare herself. Soon all the doors were locked, but one final step needed preparing. She.