You think it's that easy to undo what you've done? Don't bet on it, you faithless wife. You're as bad as Zenobia--maybe worse. Zenobia may have fucked...a stableboy or two in her time, but has she ever jacked off her own son, as you did this afternoon?Alice tromped on the accelerator, cutting out into the passing lane and joining all the other freeway maniacs in their mad rush. She was home in what seemed like minutes.She slipped in the front door as quietly as she could, as if she were going to. Mom and her agreed. It was only a block away. I would be there at 10 AM. I should wear crappy jeans or shorts and just a white tee shirt, anything I wouldn't mind getting paint on.If not for it being Rachel, I would have hemmed and hawed about being volunteered for such (unremunerated) crap, but just being next to her gave me oddly exciting tingles.When I rang the bell, I expected to be let in by Uncle Dan or Aunt Ida, but after a long wait (and a second ring), the door opened and there stood. I didn't have a parking permit so I had to park across the street from the motel. By the time I had parked and got to the elevator they had a good ten minute head start on me. As I rode up to twelve I realized i didn't have a card key. I found twelve o two and before I knocked I listened at the door. It was quiet. I tapped lightly on the door. It took several moments before I heard it being unlocked. Then it was opened by my totally naked wife. She said we don't need room service and asked as. That wasn’t the interesting bit because I too had my butt cheeks on display all the time.What was the interesting bit, was the cover-ups that they were wearing. A large percentage of the girls were wearing mini-dresses made of net or lace, and the holes in the net or lace were big enough to not really cover anything. Nothing was hidden.I decided to have a day going round the shops to see what I could find. Now I like my see-through dresses and they’ll be great for England, but these net dresses.