I wasalready in pretty deep, might as well see it through. The garter beltand stockings were tricky, but I managed to get them on without trouble.Well... sort of. As I slid the first stocking up my leg, I felt a stirringin my loins. I'd always had a bit of a stocking fetish, but never had Ithought I'd be the one wearing them, much less getting aroused by it.After they were attached I slid the panties up my legs, and then thepetticoat as well. It had lacy trim on the edge, but was so short. She pulled her robe over her naked body and dashed downstairs. As she approached the door she tried to make out who it was through the mottled glass. She didn’t recognise the figure there but un-hooked the latch anyway and opened the door a crack. “Hi, how can I help you?” she asked. As she peered outside she saw an older man with smiling brown eyes, she knew she had seen him before but just could not place him. Subconsciously she tucked her long auburn hair behind her ears, her robe opened. With her lipstick rubbing off on my lips, she broke the kiss and together we entered the cinema lobby. It was certainly quiet for a Friday night; we didn’t even have to queue for our tickets or our popcorn and drinks. It was just a straight in, paid for and into the screen room. The lights were extremely dim and the advertisements telling us to go to the lobby were playing as we made our way up the ramp into the viewing area. We were the first ones here. My young mind was fantasizing about. She always said The only reason her daughter, Gwen ever married me was because I had knocked her up. So I was looking forward to her visit. It also meant that my nearly naked wife would have to get dressed. So I was in a piss mood till about half way through dinner. Then Mandy asked, So Gwen, how are you doing with you attempt to quit smoking? Is that hypnotist I sent you to helping? Thats when it dawned on me. Mandy was the one that got Gwen to go to the doctor after he had helped her to stop.