"Sure," I said. I hadn't really thought about my own pleasure and now Iwas curious as to what might happen if Greg touched me."I guess you should take...off your pants," Greg said. I was wearing myjeans and so I unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs. "Wow, yourpanties match your bra! That's so neat. The lace is the same and it'sexactly the same pretty pink color."I had to laugh because Greg really seemed so genuinely excited by mypanties and bra. I thanked Greg for his compliments about my. We had the compartment to ourselves and the rest of the car was only sparsely seated from what I saw coming in. “So,” she said, playing with her long dark hair as she stared at me. “What’s our plan, my goddess?”I shrugged. “As far as I am concerned, I just want to spend a week living and fucking the way I always wanted to live and fuck. No taboos, no holding back and no compromises,” I said.She nodded, and pulled one leg up on the seat next to me, spreading wide as she hitched up her skirt and. After the first few uncomfortable moments, Coleen, despite herself, began to enjoy the attention and the compliments he paid the thirty-seven year old who had become his (unwilling?) mistress.Later that afternoon, as Coleen was taking some clean laundry upstairs, Lamar's eyes looked up and saw that as she climbed the stairs, the skirt rode higher and higher, revealing her full bushy nest. He was instantly hard."Time for a little magic," he called out.She turned, staring down at him agasp. He. As Mom had predicted, Stephanie was late. When she arrived she apologized saying that she had been running behind all day. My mother smiled indulgently.I saw Stephanie glance at me and then stare at my mother.“Wow, you are as sexy as you were when we were in school,” Stephanie said.Damn, she doesn’t waste any time, I thought.“You look pretty good yourself,” my mother returned, staring at her as well.Stephanie was wearing what was obviously an expensive dress, but also relatively conservative..