Instead my son was trying to talk me into meeting the girl and apologising for him.'You usually go down the Museum on a Friday anyway, and that's almo...t in 'castle.' He explained as if I didn't know.Our nearest town was 'castle, short for Newcastle-Under-Lyme, not the famous Newcastle of the Geordie's in the North East but a small town at the north edge of the English Midlands. My weekly visit to the Museum wasn't the cultural event it sounds, as the Museum is the name of my local pub and lies. I often go outside dressed and have complete privacy. Although this morning I didn't care.I sat outside. It was a gorgeous sunny spring morning. All the better I thought. My white satin dress would shimmer in the warm sunlight. As I smoked deeply I was light headed and oh so turned on. I set up a video cam on a tripod and aimed it at a garden bench seat in my garden. I also laid out my digital camera so Phil could take some "wedding" pics of me. I walked around a bit on the patio and could. When I do, I hear that giggle of hers. I smile inside. And I go on to tell her, right then and there, “I’ll start with your toes, Erin.” She’s painted them an adorable color and I’ll add, as I lick my lips, “If you don’t mind, I’ll go ahead and eat them all up okay? Mmmmmm,” I add. “Then I get to chew on your calves. Ooooohh, doing that is soooo filling and even more tasty then ever. I bet you didn’t know that did you? She giggles forever. She loves how I say that. Mmmmmm, do I love those. Imagine my delight when I see that she has parked beside me, nose in. She has the back door of her SUV up and is bent over putting her groceries into the vehicle. Of course I am enjoying the sight of her ass in those tight pants immensely. I have a horny leering look on my face as she turns and looks back at me. She has caught me staring at her ass. She says in a friendly way, "What are you looking at?" I reply "Oops, I am very sorry. I didn't mean to stare." She has this big grin on her.