In other words, he had a thing for married slut-wives, and my Daisy was just that.We arranged an initial meeting at a local tavern for a Saturday afte...noon, and Daisy was rather nervous but horny. I felt the same way.We got there early, and I got us both drinks to calm our nerves. I was so excited, that I could feel my cock getting hard in my pants with anticipation.After about twenty-five minutes, Greg showed up. He was in his late thirties, an average looking guy but quite charming. We were. With that she put on the jeans and a T-shirt( NO bra) and off we go to get food. I gotta say I left with boner And I think she knew it too.We went and ate then stopped for the some beer and a lot of red wine for us. I got the beer for any friends that might show up, the wine was for us. I told her the 6 bottles were for the 3 days we would be there, but I knew better.I was getting the wine open after dinner in the room and served her some, then sat down and started rubbing her back. She sat. Either I was grossly disremembering her or she had definitely grown up while she was away. She had a really gothic way about her, wearing lots of dark clothing and dark make-up, but she lacked the annoying pretentiousness of most goth chicks I had met. We clicked instantly.Physically, we were almost the opposite. I was tall and wide with a solid frame of muscle and bone. Rebecca was tiny and thin, with small breasts and a perfect little ass. With her dark hair and fair skin, she couldn't have. Tony was more ambivalent. He hadn't worn anything this tight since childhood. But despite the ludicrousness of the sight - the front of the knickers tentpoled up, and one of his balls peeking out at the side - his excitement hadn't diminished. If anything, it had grown fiercer.'Oh, yes. That turns me on.' She half-lay over him, tongue-kissing as she rubbed his crotch, making him come more quickly than he could imagine.Tony drank more; he found it helped. Over the following days Silver had.