He makes a flamboyant gesture of placing his hand on my shoulder to keepfrom "falling" going down the stairs. I laugh and play along, doing mybest old...southern gentleman. "Well, ma'm I just couldn't let you slipagain."We get to the bonus room, and it's all he can do to keep from gigglinglike a teenage girl. He open the door and we walk in. It's a big roomwith a full bath off to one end. But it's not the bed that grabs yourattention, it's the big sex swing and dresser with the wigs, dildo's. ” Heather’s Mom said.“Hi Mrs. Murphy.” Jessica said.“What were you doing in here?” asked Mrs. Murphy.“Oh just talking.” Heather said quickly.“I see. Well you tow have fun I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.” Just as she was leaving she saw that the patch of blanket Jessica was sitting on was soaked, also she then noticed the dress Heather was wearing it was very short and looked like it should be more a shirt than a dress.“You should change out of that if you’re going to go out Heather it is. We wanted his hormones to rise to a level where he'd be forced to have my mother stay. We underestimated him. Rich young men like Craig have their pick of the ladies. No sooner had Catherine left when we found girls visiting Craig's room. It seemed like he was in there with the entire cheerleading squad. A few hours later, he came down for dinner. Catherine and Lizzy were still out and planned to stay out all night. Mom had dressed up in same dress I bought her in Vegas. She looked quite nice. Smooth, that is, apart from the standing up. Not to put too fine a point on it my legs gave out, and I landed on my naked arse. "Oofh!" I exclaimed, the shock of the impact forcing the air out of my lungs. She stood up and turned around to look. As she caught sight of me, sitting on my arse, my jeans around my ankles, my cock now totally limp, but her coat held in the air as though to present it to her, she started to giggle.I tried to look affronted, but it didn't work - it just made her.