Mummy and I stood in thecenter of my aunts and Angela, our arms linked together and smiling backat the camera. Both of us wore long floral print dres...es. Mummy had astraw hat with a floppy brim. My hair was tied with a slim scarf thatdraped itself down the side of my face. The others all wore jeans andplaid shirts."You were the only one in feminine clothes?" No... Mummy wore dresses too." I can see that! I meant amongst the younger ones silly. But it wasnice that you had some feminine. It was only as I picked up my wallet from theside table and turned to the door that I remembered how I was dressed.Shit! I looked back at him and was about to say something but I saw thewarning look in his eyes and decided better of it. I'd have to bluff itout.The delivery guy was professional in that he didn't ask any questions,or laugh out loud, but he did look amused and didn't hide the fact thathe was looking at my leggings and the ruffled t-shirt where the bra wasmaking itself known. I was. "I just gave you some terrible information and you don't say a word! No wonder we have problems!"Not surprisingly, this was going to be my fault, I realized. I'm such a miserable schmuck I could drive Mother Theresa to sin. What options did Sue have but to seek solace in another man's arms? I tried to frame a response that would demonstrate the proper amount of concern and hurt without being too accusatory."Why..." I knew you'd ask that, Bill!" groaned Sue. "Don't you think I've asked myself. Please let’s go inside.Me: Why not here?Aaesha: Are you crazy? My husband and my baby are sleeping right here, and you want me to fuck me here. What if he wakes up?Me: Yes, I’m crazy about you, baby. But he is not waking up for at least another 8 hours (pushing half my dick inside)Aaesha: Raj. What are you saying?Me: I added a sleeping pill on his milk to make sure I enjoy your hot sexy, and gorgeous body.I pushed her against the wall and started kissing her. She wrapped her legs and arms.