Neither my wife nor neighborscommented on these steps. I guess my security led me to try the nextstep. I had long desired to wear a woman's suit, the ...ind that came withseveral matching pieces, but had not found one yet in my shopping trips.Finally, when I had made a quick trip to Steinmart to pickup a few pairsof hose I saw the perfect suit. It was a dark charcoal with a light graypinstripe. The jacket was double-breasted and was long, extending almostto mid-thigh. The matching pants were. "Why no" was my reply, "it would be an honor and pleasure to do that for you, if you are sure you want that". With that she just stood up hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and dropped them, panties and all in one smooth move and ask where should we go for this. Right here on the oak kitchen table is perfect for me was my answer! With that she scooted her butt up on the table and lay back, raising her legs up over my head and revealed the most perfect cum soaked labia I had seen. Jake found it hard to keep his eyes off her tits and ass - so well displayed - especially in light of what he'd seen the previous evening, and what his imagination had eventually turned it into.Fortunately, he had plans to hang out with friends, so he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and made his escape before he got caught ogling her friend.The night didn't go so well, though. Around eleven, both of his friends managed to hook up with girls, leaving him the odd man out. After an hour of. I would rise about nine in the morning and make my ablutions and have breakfast. After which I would catch up on any company paper work and deal with any disciplinary matters. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword.