Her son seemed to never get his fill of looking at herslender thighs, and she decided to dress in a manner that revealed themto him.They rode slowly a...ong a narrow trail between the tall trees, the sunfiltering through. About a mile from the house they paused. Marilynstood astraddle her bicycle, the rear of her skirt caught on the seat.Donny was slightly behind his mother and he gazed excitedly at herthighs. He could see not only her long thighs, but also the roundness ofher ass where the skirt. Her mind showed no signs of damage from her interaction with the curb, but it did show signs of damage from her years of close association with her poison of choice, vodka."His next question floored me, "So where do you want us to send her for her next round of treatments? We don't do alcoholic recovery here." How long do I have to find a place?" We'd like the bed free by early next week." I'll let you know where to send her," was all I said.I hung up and called my publicist. I was going to. I had been dressing off and one for several years by this time but had never had a professional make over.A business named Transformation had started such a service and they had a place near Euston Station.I had been in the shop to buy things before but never for a make over.I decided one Saturday I would pamper myself I take up their offer of a 4 hour make over dressing experience for £50.After telling the sales girl what I anted I whisked off to the back rooms.There was a room with 2 leather. Smiling, I began rubbing my hands across my breasts, and not wanting to waste time on seduction, I took one hand and began rubbing my moist hot pussy. Wearing a skirt, crotchless fishnet stockings and no panties was a terrific idea. I felt my clit stiffen as I flicked it with my fingers. I reached down to my thigh to attempt to remove my boots but my husband reached forward and stopped me. He nodded his head and pulled me towards him, as Will began stroking his crotch, his dick straining to be.