Walking is the Clinic I saw some of the nicest flower arrangements and painting, this was a classy place Ben must have shelled out a ton for this. I c...ecked in, sat down and was greeted with a glass of iced tea. "Mrs. Poe" my name was called, "Dawn please" I shot back playfully. I was lead in to a room with soft blue lighting, a soft Cushion table,and asked to take off my clothes, get one the table and get under a towel please, this kind of set me back because I am a little shy about my less. I told Jean I want Stan to fuck me too.She said that only if she was there to watch and join in.She knew I had know problem with that.Stan talked to Mom and Dad about taking Jean and I to a concert.He told them it would be best if I stayed the night at his house because of how late we would be getting back.They approved and we were set.Jean told me not to wear any bra or panties to the concert.Her reasoning was that we wouldn't have to worry about forgetting them and someone finding them at. I was.We pulled even with the driver, just as he glanced down into the car. He saw my wife sitting with her entire right leg exposed up past her hip. She sat looking straight ahead, but never breaking her train of thought. Every few seconds the wind would whip her dress over and cover her up, only to flip it back again and bare her hip and the side of her ass cheek to the truck driver. For the next few miles, the truck driver paced us, watching the wind play peek-a-boo with my wife’s thigh. The. Tell you what, if you're very good, we might get to measure them later on in the story, if I remember to fit it in somehow).The coffee was again the excellent Dutch brand, which I rather hoped I would be drinking a lot more of over the next couple of weeks. Linda's installation was a little tricky - although she offered me every assistance - and what would normally have taken fifty minutes actually took almost two hours. I was exhausted and drained as we sipped our post-installation coffee in.