This is my firstdate in years and I want to look my best."On hearing this Becky immediately sprang into action. "Helen," that wasmy mother's name, "I ...hink I could probably squeeze you in here for aquick blow-out if you want?" Really?" my mother asked. "It's the least we can do. After all, it wasso good of you to bring Steph's bag. Oh sorry, that's what we call himat the salon. Hope you don't mind?" Not at all," replied my mother, "I'm happy he is doing so well here andmaking friends." Yes, we. They look very delicateand sensual." I blurt, then blush at my forwardness."Oh they are not too often seen I would imagine," the ladyoffers, "they are called demi-toe reinforced sheerstockings, in 10 denier!" she continued. "I buy them inFrance. What the French men lack in manners, they make upfor in lines of fine lingerie!" she laughs! "I have beenliving outside Paris these past 10 years on business, andhave had access to all the best hosiery!"Hmmm size 11 M. I would never guess a foot so. She was utterly gorgeous — albeit somewhat tired-looking — in a very classy outfit.Liz had gotten out of the cab and came around to load our things into the bed. The golf clubs were already there. I laughed while Kris gasped when she got a full look at her former roommate. While she was wearing her gray chauffeur’s jacket and cap, she wore nothing else, not even a pair of shoes. Moreover, our accumulated cum was still slowly leaking from her cunt and flowing down her thighs.She took Kris in her. ”Pilar sought me out. Vanessa was at Euforia, our boy in video-game heaven.“Winter, how big is Clint? Really?”I made a circle with both hands. “Huge. Biggest I’ve ever seen by far.”“By far?”“By far. Why? Is Walker fretting?”She considered her words. “Maybe a little. It’s probably more curiosity than anything. But he does worry about you.”I laughed, “Well, I’m still adjusting. But you can tell him it’s not doing any damage.”“Maybe you could tell him.”Ah.“Sure. Send him in to sleep with me.”“You.