It felt like the time I had worn pantyhose for that Halloween costume where the sensation of my legs rubbingtogether had been out of this world.I made...supper and sat with one leg under me like my ex used to do whileI watched TV that night. It was easier to do, but still wasn'tcompletely comfortable, I think that I needed the hips for that also.But I didn't want to be too obviously a woman in case the cops cameback like they always did in the movies. While I was making supper thephone rang. I. ‘Look,’ he pointed across the mall. ‘See dat store over dere wit da red awning. Dat’s a sportin’ goods store. Dey gotta TV in da back room and dey always got some kinda game on. Go over dere and tell ’em Guido says it’s okay. Den come back here in a couple of hours and you can check out what we worked out wit da little friend.’ He waved towards Amy, who was done with her shampoo and was being led off to another area of the salon. She was wearing a purple bathrobe that hung almost to her ankles. ‘ I know you did, but you know what I really love. When someone licks my pussy!’ she continues, ‘ My husband doesn’t really care to lick pussy, he just wants to fuck.’ I’m not sure at this point where she is going with this, and we come to this big rock on the side of the trail. She stops and sits on the rock and pulls me to her and says, ‘ Janet ( my wife) brags that you love to lick pussy and that you are damn good at it.’ By now I have a raging hard on and all I can think about is this. We enjoy watching. Being watched sharing our bodies adds much to the already erotic nature of what we share.“I am Fran’s foster parent for another 20 months. I can legally consent for her to watch. I will take you up on your offer of dinner. Please text me your address. I will call you back after I ask Fran if she would like to have dinner with us.”“Okay. Let me know when you know. Bye.”When Fran returned from school I asked, “I have an invitation to dinner. I can bring you if you would.