Bill's clothes quickly went to a pile on the floor and he slid in next to me."I didn't say anything about underwear, Mister. Taking them off was prett... forward, if you ask me." I feigned."Sorry m'aam, but they're clean and I don't know where your sheets have been." He said, playing my game.We fell into each other's arms and reveled at each other's warmth. He felt so good next to my skin. I wanted him right there."Bill, I want you so bad, and we've waited so long to make the moment right and. She was cursing in Spanish, clearly upset, but when she heard the door open she quit her cursing, turned, and looked down and then she smiled. ‘Sorry for the noise. He wants clean sheets,’ she said and rolled her eyes. This curious change of the exotic beauty’s attitude toward her made her smile. By the way she had looked at her earlier, she knew that Elena really was convinced that she was some Bayou witch. Well, if that disciplined her more hostile side toward her, she’ll gladly leave that. I have to admit once a week with her has been just enough for me too . My wife seems happy too as I am not pestering her for sex like I had been doing. I still try to get my wife to do it with me but she keeps telling me to find a girlfriend,little does she know I already have. As usual Saturday morning I put my unused golf clubs in the car and kissed my wife goodbye. For all she knows I am going to go play golf and tells me to have fun. As always Betty’s garage door was open when I arrived. The back of the gauzy material fell open and I stepped in, looking over at Meg. She was taking off her shoes! Encouraged I pulled the material up over each leg, then put my arms into the sleeves, which ended in gloves. The hood came over my head backwards, the closed back of the hood over my face. "Is this right?" I asked. Through the transparent material of the hood I saw that Meg had pulled off her skirt and I was staring at the longest, leanest, loveliest legs in all humanity. She looked up..