She took the pants out and set them by her bag, then she went back to the drawer and took out the panties that she wore the day before. She held them ...ut and said, “Here, put these on.” “Why?” I asked. “Because they look sexy on you and I like it. Plus I like the way it turns you on”, she said. I put my legs into the panties and she slid them up, adjusting my cock and feeling my ass as if to smooth out the back. My cock was rock hard already. I guess they did really turn me on. And she liked it. We shared tastes in music, scuba and food. Still there was a bit of tension. This thing about being male; you cannot help but lust aftersmooth-legged young women – and then, moving to Japan, I was astounded at the way my lust spiked. The Japanese did not seem to have the silly hang-ups we Americans have about sex; and the women are astonishingly beautiful. What I found odd was how many basically young women – between the ages of 25 and 40 – were extremely hot and extremely desperate; what is it. Mum was a social animal, between her clubs and events we rarely saw her in the evenings, but it kept her happy and didn't give her much time to pry into my sexual activities. Her one wish was that I would find a 'nice' man and settle down, but it was not one of my priorities in life so the less time she had to raise the matter the better I liked it. I was actually closer to my father than my mother, at fifty he was still an active and, according to the girls I worked with, an attractive man,. Suddenly he knew something was very wrong. She stood there almost stooped over, head down looking at the deck and even though she wasn't looking him in the eyes he could see hers were puffy and red. She had been crying! Crying? Lavender? Never!"What's the matter? What's happened?" he cried and quickly moved over to her wrapping his arm around her large torso. For a moment he felt guilty because it felt so good to hold her and he was enjoying it even though he knew there was something terribly.