Don't be so silly, Mike! Where did you get that stupid notion from?" Avril said rolling off of me and sitting up. "How did you get here anyway, you do...'t fly?"Actually movement on my account of any description was extremely difficult, everywhere I looked, all I could see were people's legs and feet."I do when it's to catch my wife with her lover." I replied. I was getting good at those comebacks."That's rubbish Mike, you know I'm over here on a business trip!" Avril, your business trip was to. They made a number of polite inquiries concerning ourcondition, but it didn't even wind up being the main topic ofconversation that night, instead we mostly talked about and playedEuropean-style boardgames. On Friday, Tim and I had our official thirddate, again with a baby-sitter watching the girls, we just hung out at abar together. The doorman blanched visibly at our IDs, but didn't makean issue. We had a nice time. That night we fucked in our own bed, andI was on top, and I was loud. . ”Shhhhhhh. Just watch for now.”You stand up and unbutton your skirt; it drops to the floor, then you push your panties down, until they, too, fall around your ankles. Kicking them aside, you sit back down, legs slightly bent and spread wide. I’m stunned. Both by the beauty of your nakedness and the wantonness of your pose. My breasts ache. I feel my clitoris straining upward. My panties are soaked, I can feel the matted hair between my legs. I want to touch myself, to touch you, but I’m afraid. I waited, jealously, for the upstairs light to come on. When it stayed dark, I thought, maybe her bedroom was at the back of the house, so I went to investigate.I was pleasantly surprised to see, as I crept around the corner, that they were in the kitchen. The light was on and the curtains were partway open. Mrs Woolard had a round kitchen table, and there she was, bent over it, resting on her elbows. Her nighty had come adrift and her huge tits, splayed onto the table. It was a moment to.