Mom was facing the bedroom and leaning forward with her head down, resting her hands on top of the table. Daddy was standing behind Mom, his head tilt...d back, grasping her by the hips and slamming his long, rigid pole up into her, over and over in almost a blur. Alyson got an occasional momentary glimpse of the glistening tanned shaft.Mom's head snapped back, her eyes squeezed shut and face pulled together in a grimace as a sound tried to fight its way out of her throat. When it finally rushed. That too was firm yet soft and pleasantly plump just as an ass man (such as myself) would adore. My dick just about tore through my trousers as I noticed the cat suit was crotch less. I damn near dropped the bottle of wine I was carrying as she turned to lead me in. That’s when it was revealed that the cat suite was also assless. ‘Soooooooooo Brandon you’re late.’ ‘Yeah I’m’… I was cut off with her finger to my lips and her shhhhhing me ever so seductively. It was at this very moment that I. I repeated my talk by popular request on several occasions, over thenext few years; shortened the title to "Corsets Through the Ages," andillustrated it with some slides and photographs. I eventually travelledto several different towns to give the talk, and seemed to be wellreceived. Dorothy often accompanied me, and handed out her businesscards, which helped to put our little shop on the map.MUSEUM AND ARCHIVE.I had often considered forming my own specialised library, or possiblyeven having a. There’s not supposed to be. The Navy Department properly changed everything, but it looks as if Social Security didn’t. A certain government agency called the FBI and warned them off. They won’t ask again. That said, they did figure out that Joyce is 100% Italian.”“Great,” I sighed.“She got a call from them earlier in the week. I believe the term she used was ‘pound sand’, and she turned half-a-dozen lawyers loose on them.”I laughed, “That would be Joyce. She keeps her books and records pretty.