“I don’t know,” he repeated.“Did I do something?”“I don’t know.”I just nodded down at him. “Okay, I’ll go talk to Mommy. I’m sur... we did something.” He headed back to the living room, and I followed him. I dropped my briefcase in the living room, and then went down the hall to our bedroom.As Charlie reported, Marilyn was sitting on the bed in her fluffy bathrobe, crying and looking very sad. I loosened my tie and sat down on the bed next to her. “What’s wrong?” I asked. I put an arm around her. As I got within 5 miles of the dogging area I was getting all clammy as I wondered how many men were going to be there, and how many cocks would service me? Also I worried a little that there may be females there, because if there is it is a nightmare for a Tgirl, no matter how sexy she may look or feel. Unless you are very lucky or it is extremely busy, the females get all the attention - and apart from one or two men who want to suck cock, the time is almost a waste.I knew a lay by about a. She was wearing a black skirt which she quickly unhitched and unzipped, allowing it to drop to the floor. To my delight she was wearing a black suspender belt and stockings. I also noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties.“Do I look as good as you remember?” Margaret stood before me, her hands behind her head and posed provocatively. I told her she looked fantastic, and I was once again reminded of the lingerie pages in my mum’s catalogue. “Shall I keep these on then?”“Yes please!” I nodded. " My mind flashed back to one daytwenty years ago when Linda and I were extra naughtyin class and Mr. Appleton kept us after school. Helectured us first, then pulled down our panties andspanked us hard over his knees, first me, then Linda.It was so exciting! He fucked us then, of course. Wewere all so worked up, there was no question aboutwhether we would copulate or not. He was dreamy!!!Sam looked, could it be.....jealous? That's SO CUTE!!!Almost no one gets really jealous. Oh, my husband.