She didn’t wear a bra. Stephanie felt Tony withdraw from her aching pussy. Felicity bent over, to attend to her stocking, unclipping it, then rollin... it down her leg. Felicity got a close up view of her boyfriends mothers hairless cunt, and puckered arsehole, as did Tony she presumed. “Hey Mum, nice knickers, silk?” Tony asked.“Of course they’re silk,” Felicity replied, without looking up.Stephanie watched with amazement, as Tony reached out, and felt the silky material of his mothers panties,. " You'll end up all by yourself then, Kenny. This attitude of yours doesn't seem rational to me. You know what's the saddest part in all this? You have no possible hope of making your decision stick. It is very wrongheaded of you to even attempt to." We'll just have to see. Goodbye Mama. I need to get dressed for work. If you need to talk to me about anything else, please communicate that information through Frank Clooney." I'll do no such thing, Kenny! I hate seeing you be so stubborn, and so. I couldn't disappoint him. I need to prove i’m going to worth his time.“I understand, Sir. I will be there.”“That’s a good little whore. See you then.” He hung up. How the hell am i going to get out of here ,dressed up like a slut, and be there at 12? I kept some of my sister’s clothes she was going to give away, and didn't notice were missing, in my room. So i know what i am going to wear but how do i leave the house with anyone seeing me. I never even left my house dressed like a whore. I can. Despite my trepidation, I had to know what my wife was feeling and against, my better judgment, I placed my hand on her inner thigh. Holly quickly parted her legs giving me access to more of her thigh. As my hand was about to reach her panties when she clamped down on my hand, “Are you sure you want to do that?” “Yes!” I replied, noticing that her panties were soaked. She reached over and felt that I was just as aroused as she was, “Are you sure you want to know what has me so excited?” “I.