"Mother says we want to dress for you, John." I looked at the British housewife, not knowing

"Mother says we want to dress for you, John." I looked at the British housewife, not knowing what to say, but Judith was laughing with Stacy, enjoying my discomfort. I replied matter of factly, "I like sexy lingerie. So me." They laughed and I went back to the bed to lie down. The two of them stayed in the bathroom, laughing, stumbling, shutting the door.

At this point, my head was spinning. I heard them laughing and giggling. And then I thought, smiling, laughing at myself, they wanted to have fun, innocent fun, and I should play along. No doubt, Judith would walk out and then announce Stacy's entrance and Stacy would walk in wearing a heavy jacket, and they would laugh. I was naked under the sheets.

I lay on the bed, relaxed and I saw the door open. Judith called out. "Ready?" "Yes," I replied. Judith walked out wearing a red lace matching panties and bra outfit with garters. I could see she was excited and looking at me. I looked at her tenderly, "You're beautiful," I said, softly.

Judith smiled at me. She walked toward me and smiled and then turned around, her back to me and called out, "Okay Stacy." I had forgotten about Stacy during Judith's performance, my eyes had been transfixed on the British house wife's beautiful body, but when I saw her I thought I was dreaming.

Her daughter was wearing a black, silk bra and panties. Stacy was standing poised, heavenly, her white-coloured skin contrasting with the dark, body-fitting darkness of her garments, her long black hair draped over her bare shoulders and her small breasts pressed tightly against her. She was perfectly proportioned, like a little doll dressed up. Her dark eyes were sparkling with excitement and anticipation.