You should also find an emergency eye-liner pencil. In the event of a total hosiery meltdown, you can use this to draw a single line up the back of ea...h leg to give the impression of seamed stockings. And, as Albie has pointed out in the forward to this letter that you won't have read, illusion and actuality are pretty much the same things. I am concerned that given that my taste in lingerie tends to the itty-bitty-aint-it-pretty that your proud, upright member of Britishness may not receive. I stood behind the sofa she was sat on and started to rub it in ,she pulled down her straps for her vest and bra , then she said rub a little lower , so i started rubbing just above her breasts,she then grabbed my right hand and put it down her bra , i went bright red straight away , she leaned back and looked up at me and smiled , i didnt pull out , i was too scared in a way ,, i then started to get into it putting both my hands on her massive tits and squeezing her nipples , she pushed the. My pusillanimity intruded even on simple activities. If she forgota package in her car and asked me to fetch it for her, she wasannoyed that I absolutely would not set foot past the front door,certainly not into the driveway, not without first running upstairsto change. Even though I was already wearing slacks, a moderatelylow heel, and pale make-up, even though I might well look to anyneighbor's casual glance like someone else or else like merely me. Nor during the summer did I dare appear. And I hugged her back because I knew she was always the best Mother in the world. After the long warm hug I walked to the sink. I washed my face but was not allowed to rub my bottom. That was the rule. No rubbing so I will remember the spanking the whole day. Once the tears finish I apply my makeup under my Mother’s watchful eye. I then return to my office mode. Mum watches me get dressed in my business attire and sees the transformation in my perspective back to the 38 year old successful.