I grip and knead her ass cheeks in my hands, I pat them, adore them.The closet door to my right is mirrored, folding panels. I watch myself humping a...d pumping and Sally looks to the right and says, “Oh baby, you look so good back there doing my pussy.”“Oh Sweetness, you look wonderful down there—this ass, those titties, wonderful!”After a time, I pull out—she hisses, “No, Dean, oh honey, come back in.”I roll her over, we adjust her body, move Sally back up the bed where she rests her head on. My touch must have sent pulsing waves of pleasure to her pussy. I watched silently as her hand slipped between her scissored legs.Finished washing and teasing on her nipples, I soaped up again to slide my hand down her belly. I soaped and slid from side to side exploring her lean body. Centering up, I found her innie belly button. Her flicker of a smile showed it was mildly erogenous. When my fingers reached the edge of her pubes, my hand slid beneath her hand.My fingertips traced their way. As is her habit, she tailgates flagrantly. By the time we pull into the parking lot of the supermarket, my right leg aches from mashing down on a nonexistent brake pedal. She opens the door for me, reaches into my lap and tugs the leash to pull me out of the car. Leading me by the leash, she goes into the store and gets a shopping cart. We go to the produce section, attracting occasional outright stares from the customers who notice the leash and collar.She gives me a wide grin, and proceeds to. I could have turned around I suppose and so could she but there we both were. ‘You’re late,’ she smiled, ‘or were you lying about wanting to see me again.’ ‘I honestly wasn’t sure.’ ‘Fair enough. Neither was I. I’m not who you think.’ ‘Nor am I. That’s why people date. To find out about each other.’ ‘So I’ve been told. Is this a date then?’ she asked. ‘I guess it is,’ I agreed. ‘Then where are you taking me?’ ‘Lunch at the Gardens? My treat of course. We can take the long way or the short way.’.