I cupped her pussy and squeezed softly. She moaned as I kissed her again. “We aren’t done yet,” I said. “We have more to do.” She changed ...nd I paid for her selections. I took her to a salon that did hair nails and waxing. I whispered to the manager what I wanted and left Beth in their capable hands. I grabbed a magazine and slowly watched as Beth transformed from an unhappy housewife into a M.I.L.F. “My god Henry you could have warned me about the waxing,” Beth said walking a bit timidly. . I hadearlier showered and dusted myself with a non-scented talc. Now I selected myfinest lingerie.Black silk and lace. The bra was lightly underwired to accentuate mycleavage. I no longer needed padding, but the uplift provided by the bracertainly helped, I thought as I looked at my reflection in the full lengthmirror I had purchased two months ago.My garter belt was in black as well, matching both my bra and my panties. Ithad small red flowered embroidered in lace above each garter, the. ” I said it about as gently as I could under the circumstances.“Sorry,” Tabby said again numbly.I smiled and took her hand. “I know. At least you came to talk to me about it this time. That’s progress. We’re working up to you believing in me,” I said dryly.“How bad did we fuck up?” Collie asked, cringing.“Not nearly as bad as Lilly,” I told them. “Would you be so kind as to go next door and make sure that Lana, Beck and Patty all know that they’ve been misled as to the nature of things? If. .. er? Mrs...” ventured Tess seeing the black clad, tightness of Ella’s bum and the giveaway gap of the crotchless garment. “Mrs Ringrow actually,” replied Ella realising her tunic wasn’t completely lowered where she bent of the bed and patting it down. “Isn’t a knock on the door the polite thing any more,” she asked firmly. “Look Tess, it’s not what you think...”stammered a dismayed, cultured, skilled and caught in the act surgeon. “Look too Uncle Frank.I don’t care. Honestly ... have your.