My wife, whom I should probably start calling her by her name, Cindy wore a miniskirt with no panties. She never wore panties, she didn’t even own ...anties. She thought this would be a great way to check to see if they liked girls. I asked if there was a way we could check to see if they liked guys. She smiled and said, “How about a kilt.”The thought had never occurred to me but now I was in on the no underpants train too. The day of the interviews was going to be fun. Even if we didn’t. When Shawn came back, my sensual slut wife asked him if he wanted to hang out by the back yard in our cottage and have dinner with us. He said it sounded great.We all put our clothes on and headed to our house.As we got there, Ana went to the back yard and removed all her clothes again. Shawn smiled to me and he did the same as Ana.I fixed some drinks at the kitchen and then went outside.Shawn was telling Ana that he had got divorced recently and had come here hoping to find a good looking. “Strange cat,” Bill muttered.The cat suddenly sat up and stared at the door.“Is someone at the door?” Bill asked. The words were barely out of his mouth when the doorbell rang. “I guess so.”The cat jumped down from the table and headed towards the door. Bill called out, “Hey, Cat! You need opposable thumbs to turn the doorknob.”Bill got up from his chair and followed the cat to the door. He opened it and stared at the woman standing there. The cat stepped out and rubbed its head against the. ( Not that our houses are the only ones that are close together but there are more houses on the main road and people walking along the main road ) I get to sit down when I take on sand Latvians . "What if somebody comes when we go to you" , I say " Do not worry when they only see two pretty girls " Responds Linn and laughing. Yes yes it may make or break , I think . We open the door and walk out . I look enough like Bambi on thin ice in the beginning when we go . Linn supports me and luckily.