She was wearing the sexy black minidress again. It wasn’t that my wife didn’t have any other nice clothes to wear. While Amanda genuinely liked ...he minidress, she was actually indulging me because she knew how much I enjoyed seeing her wear it.As we drove to our favorite restaurant, however, I noticed that Amanda oddly couldn’t sit still. “Mandy, are you ok?” I asked, casting her a quick glance as I drove.“Yes… sort of. I just can’t seem to get comfortable.” She fidgeted and tugged at the. Had she known? My pokerface was stretched to the limit. I fed in my PIN. The clothing had beenfurrowed into the depths of the bag. And it was mine.The heat was intense in the crowding office. Under my shirt, I felt myskin flush and swell. My deep breaths pushed against the wire frame ofthe cups.I needed water.Guzzling a fresh cup from the rapidly emptying water disposer, I subtlytouched my - I still shuddered at the anticipation - bra strap. I feltits contours sadly. Was this the epitome of my. No sooner had we arrived than Bruno began to bark from his kennel which was out of sight."Bruno senses you're here," Priscilla commented, "I guess he wants his delayed fuck, after all he hasn't had you since last Friday. Do you want to fuck him now, or wait until after lunch. Of course, you can always get fucked now and then do it again later," She said with a slightly superior smirk on her face.I could feel that I really wanted a good hard fuck from him and told her that I really wanted to. " What's that?" she asked."I want to know how she tastes."Allison suddenly turned a bright shade of red and her eyes got big, "You mean?" she kind or pointed a finger at her chest and waved it back and forth."No! Okay, maybe eventually, you little perv! I meant her kisses. I want to know how her kisses taste. I have a hunch but... well, never mind. One thing I've discovered over this week is that I really want to kiss her. You've made it clear that she wants it too, so the real challenge is how.