After a lot of ego boosting spirits, together they staggered to the station, each buying a big bunch of flowers from a stall in the station, (the rail...ay equivalent of ‘petrol station after-thought flowers’,) both thinking it, an ice breaker, a diplomatic start of their week of hopeful lust. Taking their places in the train and sharing a last nip from their hip flask`s, they exchanged wives names, house keys and oh the house addresses, just in case, each saying that the wives should be meeting. ”“So you’d have taken me into town wearing just my sandals and my red belt?”“If I though that we could get away with it, yes.”“No thought about the humiliation and embarrassment that I’d suffer.”“You’ll soon get used to being naked, look at you now, you’re not covering your best bits, you’ve got used to being naked with me already.”“That’s different, and besides you didn’t give me much choice did you?”“No, and I haven’t really heard you complaining.”That sort of got to me, I hadn’t complained. I believed that you legitimately did not believe me that you weren’t just being coy. you honestly can not see how anyone can not be repulsed by you in this scenario, let alone someone finds you cute. now i know you wanted a mommy more but you needed this more than you knew.now mister your ass is mine.after i was met at the door and he welcomed me i responded and went and sat down. as i sat there listening to him talk i was looking around the room slightly from time to time noticing things. i. Let's call him Craig. One day, I was straddling Craig's face with my bum, knickers still on and hand wrapped round his cock, when I felt something bubbling within."Craig mate," I called out anxiously as his hands gripped my fleshy hips, pressing and moulding my hefty buttocks to his face "Let go. You have to let go" "Mwhwharrup?" came Craig's understandably muffled reply, which I took to be 'why what's up?'"Craig, I need to fart!" I managed to reply before wrestling my big rear end free from.