I phoned Sheila and confirmed our meeting up, and saying that she could stay at our place as Chris would be away for the weekend, Shelia said "as she ...ived closer to the town centre So why not spend the weekend my place."I met in Sheila 'The Old Vic', in the town center. she was sitting at a corner table, and spotted me and called me over. I went over and Sheila stood and hugged me. Her dress sense had changed drastically since I'd last seen her. she would normally wear jeans and a t shirt, but. I sneaked my right hand under my skirt to feel my pussy - just to check if it was really as wet as I thought. And it sure was ! And the lips were fat and pouty with blood, so much so that my finger almost plopped in between them when I wanted to feel the wetness. A touch to my clit sent a wave of lust through my thin body and I pulled out again. I touched my thighs on the inside, and even though they are so slim that they never touch each other, they were both damp with my juices.For a short. Jane had her skirt around her waist and was holding her thong to one side, I stopped just short of the seat and she used my pause to sit down. Jane smiled up at me and said “all's fair in love and war', come on, you can aim, just pee between my legs”.Our relationship had changed two years ago when my wife had been involved in a terrible accident and died as a result, Jane had moved out of the flat she was sharing and shifted back into her old room. She had told me her flat mates were getting. The security man looked at her in surprise, ‘Well, no Mrs. Morris, but…’ He met her amber eyes and knew he needed to tell the truth. He shook his head. ‘No ma’am, kids need a home, not something out of an interior decorating magazine.’ Her smile lit up the room. ‘Thank you Ted, I appreciate honesty. I like him Dev, we move, we take him with us as a bodyguard for our first born. Not that I plan on raising them behind prison walls, but still…’ Dev nodded. ‘Better safe than sorry, I agree love..