He was 28, 6', 185 and had short dark hair and Italian features. Bob had me by two inches where it counted, and appeared thicker to boot (we're both c...t and shaved).We set up a meeting at a pub in the evening a week before our planned "getaway." We arrived at the bar and immediately hit it off—I could tell that this was the one and that it was going to work. My wife flirted with Bob aggressively right from the start; someone at another table might not know who she was actually with, observing. Next to her was an open doorway with a sign that read “Peep show”. As I approached the counter casually looking at the items for sale I heard he girl in the lingerie say“Yea when I was younger I would have said that I'd have fought them off but now that I'm older I'd probably just let them do what they wanted to me and report it later.”Just then a uniformed Asian delivery man walked into the store wheeling a trolley with a large box perched on it. Wheeling the trolley up to the counter he. We walked home. Past the old community hall that had been turned intoone of those Brazilian evangelical churches that were clustered aroundthe area. We could hear the singing as we passed, Brazil's mixedcultural heritage clashing with London's. "She fancies you."He smiled. "Yeah." Do you fancy her?" Yeah," he said, with a huge grin."Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?" Kinda. I don't know. I mean we hang around together and all." Does she know? Sorry, that was rude." Nah, it's OK. Of. .the door was open so I entered. As I entered the living room area i saw you bent over the table, pointing your arse at me, wearing a short skirt that barely covered your delicious arse cheeks, stockings, and heels too.I approached you, all the time focusing on your visible thong, neither of us saying a word. As I stood behind you I placed each hand on your waist and then ran my finger along the exposed gusset that was sheilding you beautiful pussy. I could feel the material was moist as my.