At this stage, I am sure not a single one of us had any idea about what was going on in the movie. It was a Shahrukh movie anyway, so chances are noth...ng interesting was happening. But we silently seemed to have agreed to continue the pretense.Shyam fondled and massaged her calves, and slowly but surely kept moving his hand upwards. In ten minutes, his hands had gone above her knees and he was now massaging her lower thighs, just below her skirt's hemline. He massaged her there for a few more. She was sprawled on top of her bedspread on her back. The long night had made her so tired she hadn't even crawled under the covers. And her nightgown was hiked up so that I could see all of her great legs. I could also see her pussy. Like her daughter she didn't wear panties to bed. I dropped my sweat pants and went up to the top of the bed where her still beautiful face was sleeping. Her red hair was cut short and was tousled as she lay there slowly breathing in and out. I started stroking my. Tasha sighed, “It’s something I want, but no, it’s probably not a good idea.”“I feel the same way.”We finished our dinner and, as we had permission to do whatever we wanted, within certain limits, we went to Grant Park to walk and talk. I’d considered taking her to Jackson Lake, where we’d have more privacy, but I knew where that would lead us, and neither of us were truly ready to go there. Instead, we simply held hands and walked along the path that led around the small man-made lake in Grant. It resulted in huge, noisy orgasms for us both. We both enjoyed this episode and it’s retelling so much that we immediately agreed that we would love similar events to occur, preferably involving Richard. My wife certainly by now had the hots for him, and enjoyed describing the feel of his cock to me. Some weeks went by until we were again down the local at the same time as Richard; the evening ending with all three of us being invited to another couple’s house for a late drink. This took.