"Layer upon layer of rustling white taffeta petticoats, all extravagantlytrimmed with lace. Under these were bright red silk french knickers. Ablack s...tin dress was drawn over the petticoats with a keyhole necklinelow enough to expose the false cleavage created by the foundation. Longfull sleeves covered his arms, finishing in white-buttoned cuffs.Satin gloves covered his hands and very high-heeled Oxford pumps werelaced over his silk stockinged feet. A short dark wig, covered thebalding grey. "I cut him off "Honey, you don't need to touch my underwear baby. Menshould not need to touch women's intimate things that way. I am perfectlycapable of putting away my bras and things myself," I was blushing, notbelieving that I was discussing this with my husband.He stood still, looking at me. "Oh... I'm sorry honey," he said softly.There was that soft voice again. And yes, he had that shy smile on again.No, not shy more pensive, maybe coy? "Really I don't mind. I was doingthe laundry anyway. “Yeah, yeah,” I said.The ride took some little time, maybe half an hour. I’d never been there. I’m sure I couldn’t have afforded it had I had to pay my own way, but I wasn’t and I was going, reluctantly going. Well, I hated honoraria.We pulled into the valet gate and Sarah, who’d been driving, got out and gave the keys to the man. Mia helped me with my chair and wheeled me in.The place was big and it was full. There had to be five hundred people. Most were wearing veterans caps with the names. She went for my back door with her tongue and occasionally putting one finger in there, I was in a different space, nothing mattered anymore, i was enjoying the moment. i felt the second finger entering my ass, and by now I knew exactly where this was going. I had to make a choice even though I knew that the choice has been made already. With the two fingers in my ass and her mouth around my cock I knew i wasn't going to last long. I announced to her that if she didn't stop I'm going to cum..