Now, i'm a pretty average size and shape guy (5'8", 160), and she's slightly larger (6'3", 260), but curves in all the right places and a real penchan... for tight clothing and sexual expression. I thought about it for a few days and said why not, what did we really have to lose besides a night on the couch? A week or so passed, and the day finally arrived. She got dressed in a tight, braless halter top, short skirt without panties, and sheer black lace thigh high stockings. She made sure I'd. She was sitting on the couch, thinking deeply about the task.Me: Mom, what’s the matter? Why are you so dull?Nancy: Nothing, honey. I am just thinking about lunch. What shall I prepare for you?Me: Anything would be a fine mommy.Nancy: Ok, then. Honey, I am very happy that you came home. I just wanted to celebrate. What do you think?Me: Ok, mom, but what kind of celebrations?Nancy: Honey, I want to have some vodka tonight. Will you accompany me?My mom drinks vodka occasionally. She drinks at. "The bartender appeared from behind a stack of glasses and Liz ordered a second Scotch and Dry. When she reached to pay the pushy man next to her reached out and tried to put his card between her and the machine. She almost batted his hand out of the way but a hand fell on her shoulder. "Go for it girl."Nathan's voice sounded a lot like Simon's, and he gave the air a smacking kiss before leaning past her and ordering a Cosmo. Liz felt her eyes bulge and the stranger took the opportunity to pay. She renewed thedesign with a charcoal stick, and took five candles from a drawer andplaced them at each point chanting aloud in a monotone. The room becamenoticeably hotter and sweat began to run from her forehead, between herbreasts and down her thighs.She undressed and opened a cupboard, taking a box from inside sheremoved the lid and peered inside and grinned, her old school uniformwas inside. She removed each item and rubbed each of them over herentire sweating body, the clothes greedily.