She turned and said, "Debbie, leaveus for now, you can look later, you're scaring the poor girl."This was not good, why was mom calling me a girl, had...she made up hermind already?Debbie left, mom turned around and so the nightie came into view.Mom, I can' wear that!" I said somewhat lamely."Come dear, it's treat, not a punishment! Hold up you hands."Reluctantly I did. Mom lowered the pink silky confection over my head.She fussed a little brushing out the wrinkles."There's my Julie, don't you. “Do you really want to?” Sasha asked.“Hell yes I do,” I replied.“Let me put it on you,” Sasha said.So I laid down on my back and she took the condom. She took it out of the package and she put it on my dick. I got on top of her missionary position and inserted my dick inside her. Then I felt her really nice tits leaning up against me.“Oh that's good Robert. I never knew that you had such a package down there,” Sasha said.“I know. I guess I owe that to dad and Jenny,” I replied.“Things not work. Whether this was from pleasure or repulsion i did not know but I enjoyed it either way. I brought my fingers higher and slide them along where her panty line would be if I had allowed her to wear panties. She began trying to slid away from me so I used my free hand to reach and grab a nipple. I pulled towards me so that she had two choices… feel the pain of her delicate little nipple being pinched and pulled … or come closer and dare not to pull away from me again. She chose the second and i. "They are all clean," she said when she saw me watching her lay them out. The memories of what happened twelve months before were uppermost in my mind now. I was no longer with Laura the Barista, I was now with Laura Pendleton, my surreal lover. Reaching up behind I released the hooks and let the pink garment slip down my arms before placing it on the chair. I turned to pick up Laura's brassiere from the bed and realised she was standing almost against me. I stopped and looked into her eyes..