Catching me by surprise she was halfway up the steps to Monica's room before I was able to start telling her that Monica wasn't home. My couldn't even...finish the sentence before she was at the top of the steps and entering Monica's room. I started up the steps to tell her where Monica was only to find that Julie was standing in Monica's room clothed only in her small string bikini. Her well-tanned body accented the small patches of material covering her small '34A' cup breasts. In my minds-eye. "Ahhhhhh," he drawled, "well... that's true, my boxers took care of most of it before, but I'm pretty sure I remember how to make one on the sheets," Steve said gently. His hand found the hem of her nightgown and slipped beneath to slide up her smooth thigh.Barbara giggled happily."Okay," she said agreeably.In the gray light of a cold dawn, making love to his wife didn't seem like the fine idea it had last night. As great as the lovemaking had been, as good as it was to hold her through the. But then she had been worried about how they would take to her and it had been with love and happiness. And she loved Richard. Still. Deeply and forever but she could not let him get away with such an affront to her dignity. Dignity? What dignity did she have as a divorcee and single mother? Plenty. She had divorced out of necessity and that did not dent her dignity. Was it selfishness? Was it pride? She pummelled her pillow as the tears poured. Finally, emotionally exhausted she fell. I toyed with the elastic, then one hand slipped inside. I started to gently rub my clit. I held the mirror in my free hand. I love watching myself. I could see my fingers through my pants, working away. I put the mirror down and slowly pushed my pants down my thighs. Slipping them off my feet, I held them to my face, enjoying the aroma and the moisture. Picking up the mirror, I started stroking my pussy again, watching my cunt lips open and close. My thighs trembling as I put two fingers inside.