So I dressed in my best underwear (check my bathroom picks all in black bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings) and wore my black above the knee d...ess and high heels. I was wet even before I put my panties on. When we got to the pub we sat at stools at the bar. I noticed the landlord kept giving me strange looks and smirking. I didn’t think anymore of it as we had more drinks. I even gave the landlord and a few others a few glimpses of my stocking tops as I crossed my legs on the stool. It. Well, the bag of flesh that currently sits on a hospice bed waiting for a cure to getting hit by a bus is named Bradley. I tend to think of myself now as a free floating consciousness. I can wander here, I can wander there, and more importantly, I can go places I could not before.My mother is here. Helen is her name. She is a pretty young thing, despite being 40, divorced, and completely upset. She's got brilliant green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a thin, barely flabby frame (due mostly to age). He was always staring at me and looking me over. On numerous occasions when he was near me and could whisper he made comments about whatever I was wearing. Whether wearing shorts a bathing suit or anything he liked.I was sneaking into the house late one night from a date I wasn't supposed to have on a week night. We had a door that entered our basement area through the laundry room that was only used in the day time. None of us ever got caught probably because our Mom and Dad didn't care if we. It felt amazing, feeling my cock slide in and out of her mouth; she asked if somebody wanted to fuck her so the guy rimming her started to fuck her. There must have been half a dozen guys watching and wanking off, couple of TV's too.The other guy getting his cock sucked was getting carrier away, starting to fuck her face. I had hold of her long red hair, moving it out of the way so we could all see her beautiful face sucking cock. It wasn’t too long before he shot a load down her throat;.