She's got a mischievous smile. "It's been a long time I've not felt so playful, Ian... Hmm, now, I'm going to touch myself"She sits on the chair facin... me. She puts some lube on Mr Rabbit. She spreads her legs, making them rest on the chair's armpits. She moves her basin so both her pussy and ass are offered to my eyes."You like the view, Ian ?" Yes dear. I'm getting hotter every minute."With one hand she's fondling her lower lips, parting them so Mr Rabbit she's having in her other hand has a. I felt the lace around my legs softly turn into the silky material covering my cock. “Are you feeling them?” she asked. How did she know? “Yes.” I replied. “How do you like them?” “They are so soft and sexy.” “I bet you look good in them. Send me a pic.” I was a little apprehensive at first and Tammy knew it by saying, “Come ’on, it’s ok. I really want to see.” I walked over to a mirror and tried to find the right pose. I was trying to decide if I should take a pic of my ass with the lace. But I realized, in that moment, it wasn’t my eyes he was looking into. It was his wife’s.I wondered whether he spoke about her all the time or not at all. Could it be possible that the first person he opened up to - that the first person he could open up to - would be a woman who looked just like her?I would have given everything for ten more minutes.He didn’t say this. He didn’t need to. I’d felt it myself exactly one time in my life - not after the death of a family member, but when the man I. She thanked me profusely for not objecting to her going out with them and asked if it would be all right if she went again on the following Friday. Katie had obviously had so much fun and was so happy that I really couldn't see how or why I would ask her not to go. I told her that I was pleased that she liked the women at her office and added that while I would miss her on Friday evenings, I understood why she might want to celebrate the beginning of the weekend with the girls from work. I also.