Further down the long dark hallway and just at the entrance of her bedroom, lying crumpled up on the floor was her long black funeral dress and inside...the room sitting at her vanity was my 47 year old mother wearing nothing but her black silk panties and bra. She was staring into the mirror on her vanity and idly trying on a variety of necklaces she had apparently taken out from her safe.“Mom? Mom, are you OK?” She looked around at the sound of my voice although I’m not sure if she realized. Although it was not exactly the same thing, my marriage to your mother was similar. Our marriage was arranged and we could not break that arrangement, but I proposed to her nonetheless. It made it less…awkward… between us. We had no choice in the matter, however you do. You will be able to at least see a portrait of a girl and decide if you would like to meet her. We did not have that luxury. This is entirely up to you. I cannot and will not force you to do something of which you feel. ”“He’s too chicken shit to ask her out.” Heather explained with a smirk.“Heather, sometimes acknowledging your feelings, and expressing them to another can be ... unnerving.” I explained. “Trust me, if anyone knows that, it’s me.”“Really?” She asked.“Yes. But it turns out, in all of those attempts, it turns out that each person, I was just a really good friend.” I sighed.I stood up. This wasn’t a problem. I could help my counterpart here. “Come on. Let’s get moving.” I said with a weak. Then, she realized the wetness was for a different reason between her legs. She hoped her scent of arousal was not too obvious to the two other women because she did not want to appear too eager.She asked them if it would be possible to film the session and would cover the face of the reverend with a mask that she used to disguise her identity at the speed fuck sessions at a club she joined just recently.They all happily agreed and made plans to have a spanking party the following night.Fifi.