He was sitting at he table having a bowl of cereal when Sharoncame sauntering in. She poured her usual cup of coffee and sat downby him. They exchange... a good morning kiss. Bill drifted into areflection as Sharon said, "Why can't he stay in a dress?" He shook his head and asked, "What did you say?" Sharon said, "Oh, nothing. Just thinking out loud I guess. What'son tap for today?" He said, "I would like to get a summery dress for the cook-outlater today. Nothing spectacular but something. "None at all," I confirmed. "Not one." The logical implication – that I was building myself up for a big disappointment – was coming through loud and clear."There's a reason for that," she went on. "Most women have their first time as a teenager, and it's usually with a teenage guy, and often he's a virgin too." She took a sip of coffee while she assembled the speech in her head. "Here's the thing: teenage guys are the worst lovers in the world; virgins are even worse. Put them together... ?". ’ As Rachel climbed in, I hung the panties off the rear view mirror. She snatched them. I reached over to snatch them back. She avoided my grab by trying to stuff them into her shirt. My fingers dived into the chasm of her cleavage, brushing the firm inner slopes of twenty-two year old flesh. As I snagged a corner of the fabric, my hand cupped Rachel’s left breast. I squeezed, gently for now. She placed her hand over mine, seemingly urging me to squeeze harder. I complied, though I knew her. You two can leave now, he won't be coming in here. I nervously looked around and said OK bye. I started toward the door but my wife stood still. She pulled my hand and told me to thank Ben and Becky for meeting up her breeding. I couldn't believe my ears... She tugged my arm. I said thanks Ben and Becky for the nice evening. My wife said do it correctly. I said thanks for fixing my wife up with a cock tonight. My wife just shook her head and said I guess that's as good as its going to get. She.