I could smell her pussy starting to drip with lust, moistening itself up for our cocks.I took her shirt off and turned her around. I unzipped her skir... and I slipped it of her ass down her legs letting it sit on the floor. Her ass exposed to Brad. I told her to get on her knees. Now Brad had a full view of my wife's pussy mound, wet with her juices. "It's time for me to spread your pussy open so our guest can see inside the hole he'll be sticking his cock into," I delightfully said. I reached. By now I was beginning to react to her body pressed against mine. She looked me in the eyes and ground her hips against mine. Being still new at this game I tried to respond in kind, but I may have over done it. She giggled at me and when the song was over took my hand and led me out of the bar, up the stairs and into the parking lot.We talked a bit out there, we necked a bit out there, she really knew how to suck face. She had soft lips and her tongue seemed to be everywhere on my teeth,. " "Ok, we'll get your stuff in the apartment and we will go down the street to grab some drinks."We pull up to my loft in downtown Minneapolis. It's pretty nice; three bedroom; full kitchen; full bar; hot tub; the necessities of any bachelor pad. I told her to go put in some warmer clothes and we would head out. She goes into her room and comes out in a pair of yoga pants and a Victoria's secret sweatshirt. The yoga pants made her ass look phenomenal.jut hugging to every curve. So we walked. You have something like that, right?"She gave me a look which made it clear she I thought I was spouting gibberish. "Na, na," she said very slowly. "We don't have anything like that." You don't have something you give the k**s as a memento of their year here?"She continued to look at me with total incomprehension. "Na, na. We don't give them any mementos." Would other secondary schools have yearbooks?"Another blank stare. She slowly shook her head before saying, "Na, na. Not that I'm aware.".