.They eventually left us alone in the aisle and that was my key for some more bending over, stretching up and generally being a tease with my two olde... lovers. This time as I did so my bare arse and cunt were both on display.The two young shop lads reappeared as we made it to the top of the aisle. It was a bit exposed at this point, being near to the checkout area and a bit more open. I wiggled my way carefully, trying not to expose too much. Frank later informed me that the man with his wife. We talked for ages and caught up on all the missed years. His personality was still as I remembered, but now much more confident, a man of the world who had experienced life. I offered to make us some lunch and headed off to the kitchen. Martin popped his head round the door and asked if it was ok if he had a shower. I told him of course it was and got him a towel explaining how to get the water hot (the shower had a mind of its own and would often run cold) he giggled and said he would be ok.. Nice”.And she looked at my skirt and stockings. Nice. Nice like that.After she left, I was soaked again. I was horny a lot of the time now, but I remember thinking: I was definitely NOT horny when the conversation started, and definitely AM horny now. Does that mean ... and it sounds mad now, cos it’s so obvious ... does that mean the IDEA of being a hooker turns me on?Well ... duuuuh.We didn’t tell dad, of course. Not that he’d have the power to do much. Mum gave me a lift to the city centre. Criscola. How he’d follow through on his feelings was a question not yet answered. For all he knew, she won’t even remember him, which was good considering their history. The last thing he needed was her remembering what he wrote about her. Shit! She’d probably still be pissed at him for that. One thing for sure, getting into her pants won’t be easy. Guess what, Vic? You didn’t have to worry about Mrs. Criscola not knowing you. She knew it was you the second she laid her eyes on you. .