It was good therapy. He would not put the cabin on the market.It occurred to him that he hadn't heard Marge bustling about inside for a few minutes. H... returned to his thoughts. Marge would appear when she was ready.The sun was nearly finished for the evening when Marge stepped onto the porch. She handed Paul a fresh beer and had a wine cooler and wine glass in her hand.Marge was wearing a pink negligee that descended to her knees. It was held up by spaghetti straps and had cups of lace that. I respect you so much and do not wish to end up this friendship.”I replied “I too love you and will not hurt you , not ever even think of taking away from you something that I should not. Please truest me.”“Ok then you can remain this way for some more time and will sleep in the Guest room in case I fall asleep.” She permitted.Ok, my Angel, now be at peace with yourself, and relax.” Saying so, I pressed my whole body into her inviting back. I thought I would melt into her. The feeling was so. "Don't you know, petsteve, unwrapping the present is the best part of any gift."He looked like he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Let mefix that..." he said as he reached for his underwear and startedpulling it back on."Stop right there, Did I give you permission to put clothes on?" Iasked with an authoritative voice that I was pretty sure did not soundplayful."No, Mistress Lilah..." He looked pensive. "What should I do?"I thought for a moment and smiled, "Turn around and bend. The wide lace band reached all the way to her pussy lips. Up on tip toes she again looked at her legs in the mirror. She said the guys are going to love these. I asked , the stockings or the legs? She said both. Then she sat on the bed while I buckled a pair of black four inch hills on her feet. Then lastly the little black dress. It was just long enough to cover her butt cheeks. The neck line was a deep v and her small tits could almost be seen. As she was getting her stuff swapped over to a.