She jumped a little for joy, before rushing off to her room. I watched her go, noting to myself to remember the way her ass looked in those tight litt...e shorts. I’m sure you know the type. They were pink, with white seams, that were shaped to hug her ass, but frilled out around her thighs. It was painfully clear from her shorts that she didn’t have on any underwear at least from what I could tell. Her shirt was one of those athletic t-shirts from the time, with the tight neckline and arm holes,. Quickly you remove your shirt. It falls to the floor, piling up on the heap of clothes strewn about our feet. I'm still in my heels and you in your shoes. My hand continues to pump up and down in a smooth rhythmic motion. I know you want to moan, I can tell by the way you pause in breathing. I let out a small laugh, I can't help it and you shove me up against the wall fiercely. I'm trembling again, not with fear but with anticipation. Your breath is hot on my neck as your lips draw closer to my. "Ed was a little hesitant, but pulled out his cell phone and a piece of paper, and made the call. He was speaking for a minute or so, when he asked me, "The mother would like to accompany us to the museum and if we had another ticket would like to go to the concert."I told Ed, "No problem. Find out if she speaks English and if her husband would want to go."Ed spoke to the woman for a few minutes, and had a sour look on his face. I could tell he wasn't happy about something. He finished the call. In a way I felt pride that someone else could fancy my wife and it seemed to make me randier when we were engaged in fore play later. “Seemed Trevor took a real shine to you, my lover! And I think you like him as well?” “I do like him, but what really got me interested was the way his cock threatened to escape from his trousers. He obviously Wasn,t wearing underpants and it stood straight out! If he,d unzipped his flies it would have jumped up and stood like a flag pole!” she laughed on.