That was over a year ago, while Eric was still in high school. For Eric it was a break from being at home all the damn time with the ‘3 Wicked Witch...s’ as he called them.That morning, of early April, Carol had really chewed his ass for having stayed up until well into the morning online. Kim had ragged him for dressing like a looser. Tera had just snubbed him and drove off to take Kim to school as he was walking out the door, peeling off and pelting him with pebbles.Eric was taking his time to. Our c***dren son Rick and daughter Christina went as Superman and Super Girl respectively, costumes also hired from the same shop. They were treated to some cartoons on the schools film projector while the parents actin as chaperones seemed to also enjoy the Looney Tunes. I certainly did, but I,m a big k** at heart! After the cartoons it was games time and time to give sweets as prizes for the best or most starkest costumes. The best was Quasimodo and the scariest Count Dracula who was actually. She was married like me, but about a dozen years older -- 61. Initially, we talked about me using my photographic skills to spiff up her online profile. As we talked more, however, another plan emerged.E had married young, and while mostly faithful with the same guy all along, she was very restless. She'd talked to her doctor about plastic surgery that would turn her into, in her words, a MILF. The list of augmentations, tucks, and implants was impressive, but hey, if her husband was willing to. I loved their panties. White cotton panties or nice silky pink ones. I didn't care. I just loved the short skirt and panty look. So I decided to throw on my all white tennis uniform and head for the practice wall. On the way there I saw my neighbour, Mrs Lacey. She was at the washing line. She was gorgeous, her long tanned legs were always on show as she always wore short skirts and dresses. Her make up was always magnificent. I had many a night dreaming about those long legs, and what.