. at least not just fear is holding me back. Do you trust everyone out there to make this the good kind of dirty?”“Ah! Good point. Ya trust me to ...hare it when they’ll understand?”Even that was big, but Hulda was putting herself out there too by sharing this. Still, if she ever came back to the Pig, she might end up at a table with people who knew she got off on their sloppy seconds. She might not even know who knew. In the version where it was a shared dirty secret, rather than opening herself. Then he guessed at there being some kind of hormone mixwhich might make her hornier, easier to arouse, not that he knew whatthat would be. And a G-Spot, she needed one of those, in a locationwhich he could rub against once inside, and which would provide herwith intense orgasms. Multi-orgasmic, of course, because he didn'twant her stopping before he was done, though again, it was just avague thought rather than something he knew how to physically affect.Without even realising he was doing it. What I didn't realise was that he followed into the room after me. I opened the en suite door once I had finished only to find him sitting on the bed. "You need to go too" I asked. " no but I need a word with you, been meaning to all night" he said. I was intrigued. I had seen this chap a number times at the local health club so knew him by sight and especially by sight in the changing room. Great body and a great cock to go with it. He was married and I was used to think lucky woman getting. ‘It is a stunning dress’, says the assistant. ‘I think it will suit you pefectly, and the size looks about perfect too’. You look at me for my opinion and I just give an encouraging nod. I happen to agree with the assistant. ‘Why dont you try it on?’ Says the assistant. ‘Take your husband in with you and I’m sure he’ll give you his honest opinion’. ‘Good idea’, I say. And I’m grinning like a chehire cat as I gently guide you into a changing booth. I close the door behind us and turn to face.