He slows down when he feels the lacy tops of her stockings and garter belt. He rubs her inner thigh above her stockings which causes an eruption of de...ire to burn through Brenda. He feels the thin material of her g-string and moves his hand to her crotch. He pushes the material aside and rubs her pussy to see if she is wet. Her juices soon flow and he feels the sticky wetness on his fingers. He rubs her pussy up and down while they wait for the check. His throbbing hard on wants let out. He. No last name was needed." It's beautiful," he said."Thank you sir," I said. "You know, a pansy is a flower."He smiled at my little joke. "Still, not a lot of guys are named Flower,"he said.My voice grew firm."I'm not a guy," I said. "Do I look like a guy?" I didn't mean anything bad by that, Flower," he said.I smiled. "Besides, if you saw my little peeny, you'd know I'm not aguy."He laughed. "You're small?" Yes, sir. I was little even before she started giving me hormone pills.Now I have penis. Ronnie knew however that she must be madly frustrated, he knew that she hadn'thad a boyfriend in a long, long time and now, realizing that she had virtually been apeeping tom with the c***dren, convinced him even more than she was ripe to befucked. The only problem is, he thought to himself, how can I do it!* * *Later on that day, after school, young Peter Goodge and his friend Seth Robertswere hanging out at Seth's house, talking about their mishap the previous day."So was your Dad hopping. She was leaning against the counter with her arms folded and smiling.“Get down on your knees and lick my pussy.” She ordered.I went over to her and dropped to my knees. My wife pulled up her skirt and spread her legs a little exposing her pussy to me. I leaned forward and eagerly licked her sopping wet pussy.“Is that what you wanted? For your wife to act like a slut, and show your friend her ass and pussy? Do you see how wet I am? Bring me to orgasm, suck my pussy! Do you think you friend wants.