One o'clock came around and I stood across the street from the restaurant. I watched Sara from a distance, and slid a hand down my skirt, which fit ti...ht around my curvy frame. I wrapped my fingers around my swelling cock and stroked it slightly, hiding alongside a building to stay out of sight. I imagined her soft lips caressing my shaft, sliding up towards the head of my cock to take it into her mouth. I imagined her hands, one working my shaft and the other gently teasing my clit. I brought. She sat on the same bench as before, when she saw me a huge smile spread across her lips, "What do you think of the dress?" "You wear it well." Yup, great compliment, better then what was going through my mind of how I would like it better off her. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on staying in the dress long." Her smile widened as my world spun. We went to her place. I didn't even get to close the door before she planted my back against it with a passionate kiss. Her hands worked fast. "She is not a real criminal. You won't be in the country for much longer, so I'll tell you a bit about her. But keep it under your hat, for mercy's sake. We, Alexandra and I, were framed a year or two ago and sent to the same prison as Clementine. The only reason they have that girl there is to torture her, and torture her they do. She gets to suffer more pain in a week than I hope to feel in the rest of my life. She did no wrong - or at least, very little wrong, but she is there for a twelve. My wife had been tired frequently and had not felt “in the mood” often. The lack of frequency of sex with my wife was a major problem for me. I was hoping tonight would be different since the kids were taken care of and we were going out for fun. I had requested that she not wear any undergarments just the dress on our way out of her mother’s house and she said the dress wouldn’t fit right. In the car on the way to the restaurant we were meeting at I playfully brush her breast through her.