We agreed to get a taxi back to John and Sandra's for some more drinks, and not let the evening end so early. They lived in a nice modern 2 bed roomed...flat, only a few miles from where we were staying. The lounge had a hardwood floor, with only a small rug next to the large fireplace. 2 stylish settees sat at right angles to each other, and a large coffee table made from re-claimed railway sleepers. Sandra sat with me whilst Louise had moved to be beside John.Our chat soon got down to the. He took thefront in his hands. He started fondling my foot. He was clearly inlove with my shoes. He wanted to do anything but take them off."Do you like my shoes?" I asked him. "Yes," he replied, "they'rebeautiful." I took my right shoe and pushed the toe on the bottom ofhis left thigh. When he looked up, I said, "Do you have a pair of highheels you like to wear?"His face turned bright red. Jackpot."It's less than an hour before closing time. Why don't you go close thestore, and then put on. I could see that their hands were under my wife’s skirt and they obviously were fingering her. I saw her push them away a few times, but she didn't seem to mind that they kept doing it. Before I knew it, they had her sandwiched between them and lifted up with her feet off the pool deck. Gordon, who was facing her, was pumping his hips into her. At first, I just thought they were dancing. Gordon’s pants were not down. But then I noticed he was trying to get his dick in her pussy. Ana struggled. He was in total control of his little sissy fucking toy and soon began caressing my sissy clitty through my sweet girly panties. I could not help myself but ferociously moan and unbridledly leak precum. My daddy of course noticed me wetting myself and emphasized my slutty behavior by telling me he could not in his slightest dreams have imagined how much of an eager, cock loving and just throughout desperate and needing little slut I was. And he was all so right about that. And I was all so.