“That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it, Sammy?”I nodded. “Yes,” I managed to gurgle.“It’s making me randy,” Mrs Spencer said, attention ...ixed on my dick. “Would you mind if I took this dressing gown off?”It must have been a rhetorical question because she didn’t wait for any response from me. As I watched, hand working my size, Mrs Spencer stood up, loosened the belt at her waist, and shrugged the robe from her shoulders.I gawked, thrilled by the sight.“I love being bare,” Mrs Spencer told me. She. I did have a girlfriend for about 6 months and wore her hose on occasion but was too scared of what she would think if she caught me. I got married when I was 32 years old. My wife was Eastern European by heritage, tall, younger than me by 10 years, very sexy, blond, and was very much into wearing dresses, skirts, hose and stockings. For four years we had amazing sex with lingerie as a focus but I never told her my secret, afraid of what she would think. And then one night everything got so. Scott told her she could file the divorce papers but asked her to serve Diane the papers at her work late tomorrow afternoon. He needed time the next day to pack his SUV along with doing some last minute actions as cancelling his credit cards and doing some other things. He spent time composing a note to Diane about why he was divorcing her and how he had spit their assets along with giving her his new address in case she needed to forward him anything. He had already sent a change of address. You don’t seem that threatening to me.”Hawk grinned, and answered, “I’m not. I’m just the messenger for my wife’s grandfather.”“And, who might that be?”“Jason Magill.”“Longbow Magill?” asked the old man with both eyebrows raised.“Yes, Sir.”“Then that’s threatening. You won’t need a lawyer. I’ll honor your request. In fact, I’ve already finished what I needed to do.”“Good,” Hawk replied. “Then, if you’d take me to the body. I also need Ron’s personal possessions and a large sheet. This is a very.