That was a shock, I didn't expect him to be there. He came from the lounge and we shook hands and he said I hope I didn't mind but he was watching som... rugby on the TV.I went into the kitchen and I saw that once her coat was off she was wearing a nice chiffon blouse which was actually quite see through, the usual short skirt, and obviously holdups. Her husband had closed the lounge door so he could watch the rugby and I asked her about her allowing me to touch her in the pub. She said that when. “Hmmm,” she enunciated thoughtfully. “It’s different for all women ... and men, I guess. To me it’s about fun and getting an itch scratched that my hubby ... whom I actually do still like, even if he’s gone off sex due to drinking too much and just can’t manage it. I don’t consider it cheating if he can’t or won’t provide what I need. That’s his lookout not mine; which is more like the way men think. All I do is make sure I don’t get caught.”“Oh, right. I did wonder, but was kind of scared to. ”She changed legs and I latched on, pulling her nipple out as far as I had the other. I pressed it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I tried my best to draw out of her breast anything that I could, while she rubbed faster and faster on my thigh. When I thought she was close, I flexed my thigh muscle again and Tasha went off again.“Oh my ... that was better than the first one.”“I’m glad. Now, would you mind if I did some kissing and sucking on your pussy?”“Not my vagina?”“It has been. I shrugged my shoulders. "So, how about we go out to dinner afterward, just the four of us? Could you two pry yourselves away from your grandkids for just a few hours?" Um, sure, I guess, as you're certain this isn't going to be something bad." Is something wrong, London, you sound unhinged?" No, no, no... I don't think Sandra or I can remember the last time all four of us went out to dinner by your suggestion, that's all." Well, there's no time like the present, and obviously we're overdue..