I knew all too well the picture I made as she left. While we'd searched for a ribbon, she'd gone into one of mummy's lingerie drawers and pulled a pair of lacy pink panties. "Here," she said. "Put these on. Can't have you walking about with no underwear. It's not ladylike."
I hadn't argued, just slid them up my legs under by apron as she beamed her approval. So there I stood in my swirling, feminine apron, satin panties on my derriere, my hair braided into a plait and tied with a large pink ribbon. My lips carried distinct coating of her red lipstick from the kisses he'd given me. She gave me one more at the door before she left.
"I had such a nice visit with you," she said. "Thanks."