I told her that I could even see her pussy through this dress.Anita smiled, saying it could be seen all those six days…She said she needed a shower....I then asked her to tell me about her trip.I poured a couple drinks and we sat outside by the pool.As Ana sat down, she flipped her dress back so I could see she really was not wearing any thong. My sensual wife noticed my surprise and she giggled.“Oh, yes… I had sex on these days out…” She hissed.I felt my face getting red and burning.I told her I. ” before adding “not to mention to love you give my pussy!"He loved to use feminine terms like this. It was partly humorous, partly just sexy. He was experimenting with our secret intimacy. Finding a confidence that he wouldn’t normally exhibit. Our sex gave him a controlled environment to be playful and accept my opinion of him as the beautiful creature he was. He performed that role with real energy.I knew it all had to remain secret but it was frustrating that neither of us had a place to. I heard her sit up and knew she was watching me in the darkness of the room, “can I, can I watch” Ali mumbled. Without even thinking I gave her my permission.The light was snapped on, almost blinding us, I sat on the toilet seat, Ali knelt before me and with one hand on each knee spread ma as though I were a wishbone. Being watched had the weirdest effect on me, I could not start to pee, I screwed up my eyes and tried to make out that there was not a girl on her knees, no more than six inches. Then I really did…wet my panties. I dreamed about this only being the beginning of ’us’, but it never happened again. It must have been to risky, as our parents would have sent us to reform school if we had ever been caught even touching each other in the ’wrong’ way. All we could do was sneak a look a few times and a few whispers like: (“…I want to feel you so bad“….and…”I dreamed about you again last night.”) He was a year older than me, and moved out right after graduation. He had room mates.