Her full, teenage white breasts seemed to want to burst up and out of that figure-hugging top. Her blue eyes, rosebud lips, and shoulder length wavy b...ack hair all served to emphasis that she was an English Rose of the highest quality.He had seen Kim later by the patio window where the external lights shone through her skirt. It was very clear that Kim was wearing stocking within that light, swirling, and flowery blue skirt. Indeed for one heart stopping moment it seemed she was not wearing any. And ourwives had also been involved... My manhood was a distant memory...My wifehad made a woman of me... I fell asleep.I was woken by someone poking my shoulder."I tried to warn you, Phyllis," Bobbie said "But I guess old habits diehard. They heard you calling me Bob so now we have matching outfits."I looked up in the mirror and noticed that I had been dressed in my ownmaid's outfit for cleaning the house, a silk black outfit that revealeda lot of my breasts and finished some way above my. Ted answered the phone in his Canadian drawl."Hiya Tom, how's it goin'? Is my Ellie a grandma yet?" Yes she is Ted. That's why I'm ringing." I'll get her for you Tom and you can tell her all about it. Congratulations anyway."I heard him calling out her name. I liked Ted. He was a nice guy and really doted on Mum. They had been married now for five years. She had been widowed for about three years when they met, my father having died from cancer about ten years ago."Hello Tom, dear." Hello Mum. I’m not sure whether she did or not. By about 11:00pm we had all had a few drinks, seen a few tits, and learned a few things about the ground rules of Mardi Gras. The Strand, in those days, stretched from the cruise ship harbor at one end to the old train station (now a museum) at the other. The nearer to the cruise ships the more “family oriented” the activities, while the police basically ignored the area from 35 th street to the train station. Jeff, Ken and I had given out some beads to see.