I could see Mari out of the corner of my eye. She sipped coffee from her cup and she kicked off her shoes, then began working at the buttons of her sh...rts. All at once they flopped to the floor, revealing a complete lack of panties. She stood nude next to us. Mom and I both, at the same moment reached out to draw her closer. We were on such the same wavelength.We continued kissing but held Marianne's silky skin tightly to us. She in turn caressed us both. It was heaven! When we broke our kiss,. So, this was her lover, Mark. He began to fondle her delicious nipples, and then pulled up the hem ofher gown, and began to finger fuck her in front of me. They bothwatched my reaction, and laughed at my ineffectual squirming as I triedto get free, or at least turn my head, neither of which was possible.They both came closer, and Mark began to walk around me, examining me.He reached down, and pressed his hand against the diaper and laughed,"You're right, Sweetheart! The fucking little sissy. Billy would continue entertaining himself in imaginative play not far from his reclined mother. He enjoyed looking up at her nylon clad feet having removed her shoes to feel more relaxed. He also started to notice that she would sometimes fall off to sleep which he could tell from her breathing and soft snoring noises. Billy thought to himself that this was the opportunity he was waiting for.He would patiently wait until he though his mother had fallen asleep. He then carefully and quietly. Now I've seen more than one woman working a job that required wearing trousers, but those women had worn pants that had been baggy and ill fitting. That was definitely not the case with the britches Coleen and Sonja wore. Their jeans sure looked good stretched across their round little bottoms. With the denims, they wore checkered shirts, boots with tall heels and fringed vests.Helena and Tonya were wearing skirts made of denim. Skirts that were scandalously short, baring their legs up to their.