She liked younger men. Carolyn had a son, but never was overly motherly with him. In fact, when he was younger, her and her husband had brought in a ...anny to take care of the baby. Carolyn was more interested in her career and didn’t really have that motherly instinct that most women have. She didn't have a connection with her child.It’s not that she didn’t love her son, but she wasn’t interested in his day to day living. The nanny cared for him and when he was older he was sent to boarding. Oh, well, I decided to go with the flow, and we continued to talk about various things. One of the things we talked about was when we could have another session of sex. Just talking about it turned us both on.OH, SHIT! This must have been a continuation of the dream because I was back in the hall with my battle dress and my BFG. The trouble was that Sally was with me, and she was dressed in her normal clothes. Furthermore, she did not have a weapon.“Sally, you are in great danger! Come with. But he knew he would be wearing them again.He had let her climb over each stile first so he could ogle her cute butt, the black fabric stretched tight so he could see the outline of her panties beneath it. He’d wondered which ones was she wearing today. Those satin ones, with the rose pattern and the lacy frill? He liked those. It couldn’t be the boy shorts style (perforated black with red lace frill over the mons) as those had no visible panty line. The deep blue silk tap pants? The French. You: “Sliding my finger under my boxers. Scooping a nice crystal clear drop. And applying it on my lips like a balm” Ooohhh! I’m flying so high now; if I just squirm a little harder I swear I’ll come right here, in the middle of all this traffic.You: “How are the tingles in your stomach?” He knows me so well.Me: “It's all sunk lower down, everything is pooled between my thighs, and no panties!” You: “Swirling my finger over the head, amazingly soft. Oooh, muscles clenching ”Me: “For real? Or.