We arranged to wear matching clothes.I was wearing a white Oxford shirt and black slacks. She had a white blouse, black skirt, hose and heels.The colo...rs matched us well.My grey hair blended with the colours. 5'9", 170 pounds, looking like a banker, although one who had a most surprising naughty side.Her red and black hair contrasted nicely with her outfit. The blouse was tight against her breasts, and the dress showcased her hips and ass nicely. The clothes offered a lovely contrast with her. My ass wasgetting bigger, and my chest was a little flabby, but everyone was takingme out for dates to various restaurants. When I wore my hair down, myneck looked frail. And as things were adding up to a nefarious plot,Philip coaxed out of me that I was having difficulty "staying incharacter." What I did was so much easier on my mindset if I stayed incharacter.After taking my hangover pills and being treated to several shots of hardliquor while Philip stroked the inside of my thighs, he. I could feel her body flex from the sensation as her breath caught in her chest. “God…” she breathed “…oh fuck”Having been around the block a few times before, my intuition took over and I ran a hand roughly over the fly of her jeans with just enough pressure to get the desired moan and involuntary thrust as my hand retreated. Taking that as the green signal it was, as I kissed her neck, I unbuttoned her fly and felt my way in between her jeans and the lace that I assumed was the matching. She immediately felt like displaying her titties for her boy so that he could play around with him but she saw this look in his eyes. Something had happened but what it was she wasn’t sure. “Something’s up,” she said. “What is it?” she asked. “I don’t know mom,” and he slid his body over as if inviting her to lay down next to her. It was quiet for a reason. He didn’t want to tell her that he’d spoken to Ms. Templeton. He didn’t want to tell her that he’d told her what he did. That was, he.