As my fingers made contact with your sweet slit, I saw your excited expression, and heard your slight moan. I stroked your slit several times, feeling...you getting wet, then just as I slid my finger in your sweet pussy I saw the waiter coming toward us with our meal, so I removed my hand.The waiter served our food and quickly left, as we began eating. I couldn't take my eyes off you, and your lusty smile told me you felt the same way as you looked back at me. I ate as fast as I can ever. Would youlike that?"I blushed, but it was a generous invitation to explore newly discoveredterritory in an environment of safety and comfort."You may take them off if it makes you uncomfortable, Darling,"reassured Rolanda. "Wearing women's things can be a liberatingexperience if you find it pleasurable, but the first time can be alittle unsettling. Just ask me, I've been doing it most of my adultlife," she chortled."Thank you, Auntie, that's very generous of you. I appreciate it. Ithink. But there was something missing. She longed for Chris. Or perhaps, she longed for someone to share her experiences with, to do to her what Chris had done, and more. She was hungry for love. She needed a man. Her continued masturbation (usually on the bathroom rug, though sometimes in bed) had only made her more anxious, more desirous for a man's body next to hers. To make matters worse, Julio had taken to posing in the nude for her, and she couldn't take her eyes -- or her mind -- off his. I informed my wife and she went to take a bath due to the fact she have been busy getting ready for the game. Being as he had never met her she wanted to make a good first impression. He pulled into the driveway about an hour before the game and we were waiting at the door for him. He had stopped and picked up some wings for the game, and my wife took them when he entered the house. She greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. She then looked over at me saying,“You didn’t tell me he was.