“So what else interests you about a woman now?” she asked, as we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.“Well, your legs are amazing too,...�� I said, before adding, “especially in nylons.”“Funny, my loser of an ex-husband loved nylons on me too,” she replied, as we got out of the car. “And now I wear them to showcase my legs to men.”“Well it works,” I nodded, as we walked up to the door. She smiled at me.“After you,” I offered.“Such the gentleman,” she smiled.Deciding it was my turn to. I realised suddenlythat I had thought 'when' rather than 'if'. I knew any control I had was slipping. "You should call me Mistress shouldn't you?" It felt like I hadsome control by not using her title. A vague notion of keeping a little bitof control. "I will forgive you this time, but remember in future. OrI will punish you again." I remembered the way she had smacked my nakedbreast on our first meeting as adults. I remembered the hurt and the arousal.I shivered. "Yes Mistress" I whispered.. I pulled her tighter and heard her sigh. Oh, she felt good, pressing her chest against mine, and when my leg went between hers she gave an extra hump by minutely thrusting her pussy into me. I was on cloud nine.There was no doubt Maureen couldn't feel my dick jabbing her. And then the music stopped and we had no choice but to return to our seats. Maureen declined my offer of another drink, but I needed one, actually two."Would you like to go somewhere?" I asked lamely."Now?" she. ”Could be interesting, I thought, as Sara started shuffling the deck.“I haven’t played it either,” Lily said, to me more than Sara or Katy, “They came up with it when I was in cram school.”“I think you’ll like it,” Sara said to our cousin, then eyed me again, as if to say whether I would like it or not was much more in question. In the center of the table, next to the deck, was a stack of blank notecards. “The idea is simple, but we’ve come up with a few extra rules to make things easier. It’s.