Herred skirt was almost like the tube-top in that it was narrow, startingbarely above her bottom and didn't even reach far enough down to coverall of ...loriously sexy cheeks. Her skirt reminded me of thecheerleaders' skirts from the dream I'd had the week before. From thelooks of things I wasn't sure she was even wearing panties, though hercrotch was covered. I didn't think red-heads were supposed to wear red,but the color of her top and skirt was almost the exact same shade as herhair, and. ‘You’re such a cutie,’ she said, softly touching my cheek with the backs of her fingers. I looked at her questioningly, not sure what prompted such a statement. Then Miranda broke our gaze and looked at the clock. She sighed and said, ‘Hey, I’m gonna take a little break and run out for a while,’ she said. ‘You can leave the mess if you want, I’ll get to it after lunch.’ ‘OK,’ I replied, trying to form a plan for my day. It was difficult being off routine. Miranda grabbed some things from her. Now by this time she is wriggling around and hugging him like a little girl, she is seriously in on the act and winding him up no end. Then suddenly she kneels down and starts stroking his cock underneath his trousers and pretends to be curious about what lies beneath.You can tell that he's hard as hell and soon his zip works it's way down and my wife is holding his raging boner in her hand, rolling it around and stroking it gently with her fingers. She pokes it a little and licks the tip. He hugs her gently, and tells her he has to go to work. She nods, and before she can say anything, he is gone without a goodbye. Her body falls onto the bed and she basks in the glory of what has just happened. Normally there would be feelings of guilt, but not today. She cherishes every moment with this man and couldn't care less about what he feels for her. She doesn't bother to think about the questions that she usually asks herself after sex. Two weeks on from the hot sex, her telephone.