"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She paused and tilted her head inthat feline way of hers. "Mmm, maybe the naughty school girl look wouldwork, whit... blouse, short pleated skirt, tie, boater. Yes, that wouldwork nicely for tomorrow." What's happening tomorrow?" I asked, quickly adding "Miss Fiona" as Isaw the look on her face."Don't worry, sissy, we'll come to that later," was all she said. Shemoved behind me and I turned to see where she was going. She slapped mypantied bottom hard with her. .lifts my shirt off.....then steps back and starts to play with her d cup breasts [I knew this from speaking to her earlier]......slides her fingers down to her part shaven pussy, where she plays with her pussy lips.......I can see she is getting moist and open.....she moves back to me, unzips me and takes off my trousers.....she can see I am ready for action and hard..... her hands then slide over my cock, working my foreskin up and down......with my hands running over her breasts and. She thanked me with a smile and wished me goodnight. I wished her the same and she went to her flat.One week later, on a Saturday night, I was drinking in my flat and was watching movie on laptop, when someone knocked the door, I went and it was her, she was standing there in nighty and I was lost in her beauty, and suddenly she caught me and said her wifi is not working and if I can help her, I said sure, she took to me her flat and I enquired about the router, I fixed the configuration. On the other hand, he could consistently manage to take my mind off the ongoing crisis in the Matucket Police Department.Over dinner that night he asked, “Dad, a mistress is a girlfriend, right?”I looked across the table at Kelly and she looked as confused as I did. I turned my head towards our son and replied, “Not precisely, but close enough. It’s more like a second, secret girlfriend. Why?”“I think I need a mistress.”“Excuse me?” I said, astonished.“I think that’s what I need, a second.