Your Father won’t have that! no way!”She turned away from me and sulked off to her bedroom and I didn’t think much more of it.An hour or so late... when Robert came in, Rachel reappeared.She’d cast off the dowdy outfit, and had got herself up altogether more alluringly; barefooted in a very short skirt. I was a little shocked.She’d waited until her father had sat back in his armchair before closing in on him; sitting lightly on his lap and draping her bare arm around his neck. Robert was charmed. Afterwards she had to leave and left me her socks as a surprise so I can fantasize and indulge in their beautiful stinkyness. She texted me later that day as she was driving telling me she was stuck on my sex. Over time it was like her feet got stinkier and stinkier and it would make me fuck her even harder. And she loved it roughed , choking slapping and all that good shit. One day after we went to a jazz club we got home and smoked a joint, at the club she was wearing this cute little black. So as she puttered around putting her toiletries in the bathroom and turning on the TV to find the weather channel, I did a lot of thinking. I did even more as she left to go try to get some takeout food from the café before it closed. She didn’t want to eat inside restaurants unless it was necessary. Driving down the highway you’re pretty inconspicuous, but in restaurants, people tend to study the other patrons. While she was gone I came up with some new questions for Sister Olivia.She brought. Our neighbor, Alicia, was a nice young woman in her early thirties with the appearance of a fresh faced twenty three year old; her body was curvy and firm and looked soft to the touch. For a while now, I’ve craved to feel that woman and her touch; it’s not that my husband isn’t pleasing me anymore, I’ve just been curious to touch her shapely body and feel another woman against my own. The thought of those thighs wrapping around me as I lick out her wet pussy as she moans makes me shiver on.