"Well?" she insisted."Why do you want me to wear them?" Your father would have insisted," she curiously replied as she stepped forward and grabbed the...hem of my dress and pulled upwards."Mother!" I cried in a sickly fight to hold my dress down."Let me see!" She barked, and I flaccidly gave in.She pulled my dress right up, exposing me in my little white panties and stockings."You've got an erection!" she howled in disgust."No I haven't, they're just small," I managed to argue back as thankfully. "I thinkyou left your friend lying unconscious on a bed in Monte Carlo."There was silence and Sam turned back to the window, watching as thesights of Rome rolled by the window."Well then, I need to go find him and bring him back," Rivers answeredat last.* * * * * * * * * *The cab rolled up onto a long gravelled drive, beginning to snake itsway past a long parade of trees and bushes towards its finaldestination. After nearly an hour of driving, the environment hadchanged drastically. . . he could feel her shyness giving way to her desire for him. While he massaged her breast with his left hand, his right hand moved to her abdomen. She could feel each of his fingers tracing their own line as they moved, sometimes tickling but always sensual and gentle. He felt the smoothness of his skin give way to the light outcrop of hair that surrounded her lips. His fingers stopped and he ran them through her downy fluff as she ran her fingers through the hair on his head as she kissed. Don't come home until I call." She hung up.There was no more. The line was dead. Whoever was fucking my wife was clearly going to be in her again very shortly.The hours dragged by slowly as time always does when you're waiting for something to happen. The clock showed 4:00 PM, and my wife had still not called. I waited another half hour and then headed for home.The drive home usually takes 20 minutes. This time I made the trip in just under 15 minutes. Once there, I was uncertain as to what to.