He slipped into me. He had observed with unbelieving eyes and Mum had unzipped our dresses. No wonder Mum had selected fitting underwear. She had made me wear stockings, finish with suspenders. I had whined that I would prefer tights. I was young, what did I understand. Young, and also a quick learner. I saw the impact they had on himand knew I would never wear tights again, well maybe in winter to maintain my buttocks hot. I understood we seemed sexy, at the blend of lace and also undergo knickers and bra.