I dressed that morning in a black cotton dress, one with a long zipper at the back and an equally long clasp, chunky and visible, easy to pull down, w...ich was my intention, and to compliment that, I went without knickers, and wore black elasticated stockings, that hugged my bum cheeks and 98% of my thighs.I boarded the carriage, my head in a spin and my being on a sexual high, I was very wet and very much in the mood.He stood in the same spot as yesterday and I knew he had been thinking about. ”“My boyfriend is supposed to be coming around here to spend the day with me in a while.”“Yeah...” Jason said.There was a brief silence as he looked at me, kneeling by the bed.“I enjoyed myself last night,” he said with a wry grin. I smiled back.“I enjoyed the fuck out of it,” I added.“I’m sorry,” he said.“You don’t need to say sorry to me. But you will have to explain to your parents why you didn’t fix the broken sink,” I said.“Fuck! The sink,” he said. I started giggling to myself.“Well, this. As she stood up I came from behind her and put one hand over her mouth and one hand up her blouse where I could feel her nipple getting harder through the sheer material of her bra as I pinched and rolled it between my fingers. She was arching her back grinding her ass on my cock as I pulled her into the restroom kicking away the prop that held the door open, which locked as it closed. I turned her to face the mirror so she could not only feel what I was doing to her but also see how her body. Then I felt Kathy’s exploring hands on my butt. “Clyde, step out of your pants so you can spread your legs for Kathy, and she can feel you better.” My wife said. Soon my pants and underwear were set aside and now I felt both Kathy’s and my wife hands on my butt. My wife always has me stare straight ahead plus Kathy and my wife were behind me, so I couldn’t tell whose hands were on me in what places. But I felt hands between my legs and my upper thighs, and even on my penis and balls.“You better.