"I need to go to that new shop, 'Ex-posed'," she told me. "A friend of mine is manager there, and she has promised me staff discount for anything I bu...."She looked sideways at me, a wicked grin on those sexy lips. "My furry handcuffs are broken, can't get them to lock, and I have a feeling I might need them in the near future," she smiled.Her hand slipped down to caress my bum and I slapped it away. "Behave," I told her, "we are two quiet, respectable, middle-aged housewives, remember?"She. He did it the same way every time, and he thought that was good enough because it got HIM off. I certainly wasn't keen to see his penis stiff all the time. Whereas with Alan, geez, it feels like I just met him, and that's not too far off the mark, but the state of his cock is becoming a kind of obsession for me. Do you think that's a bad thing? Am I bothering you with all this?"Before Susan could answer, an anxious Brenda continued, "I'm trying hard not to bother you too much. I wanted to call. "Sorry," she giggled."You got me," I confessed. "Take me away, I think it's time for me to go."Heather laughed with me, pretending to throw a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, but to my dismay she got up to leave, once again giving me a long look down her shirt as she stood."Are you sure you don't want... those flowers you bought?" she asked."Nah, consider the money a donation to a good cause," I said, waving my hand dismissively."Thanks," Heather said brightly. She paused for a moment,. Under the influence of alcohol my mood quickly improved. Besides, my guests were very fun and interesting companions. In the company of courteous and even chivalrous guys I quickly relaxed. Forgetting the fact that I was wearing only a tunic, after half an hour I sat, knees widely apart and legs crossed under him. Completely oblivious, I didn't pay attention to the fact that the guys kept leaning forward to look under my short tunic. My head was spinning slightly, and pussy still ached, not.