It was kind of like Dirty Dancing. Actually it was rather exciting. I bet my panties are wet. I’ll give them to you on the way back to our motel.”...hen Kitty excused herself to go to the lady’s room I waited patiently for her return. It seemed like a long wait because it was.When she returned she had a big smile on her face. She whispered, “Sorry it took so long but I found four women with hard-ons too and they really wanted to rub them into my pussy.”I asked, “What are you talking about?”Kitty. “what kind of a mom are you?” He said “why “ my wife replied “I haven’t even seen you, mom” he wrote. Reading that my heart skipped a beat. Was Nikhil planning to show himself on cam ? “On webcam ?” she asked “On webcam too, but also in real” came the reply “oh no, that’s not possible” my wife said “Pleeeeeassse mommy” he said “I love you, I want to meet you” These words were having an effect on my wife I could see. She was sitting in her bra and panty and the crotch area of panty was getting. "Of course I do. Why do you think I said it?" Catherine punched Peterlightly in the arm just as the Homeroom bell rang.The rest of the day progressed smoothly. But at the end Catherine askedif Peter was free tomorrow night for a date. Of course he accepted.The next day was a lull. There was no wind at all, and they found thepapers Wes lost stuck on a tree branch 100 feet from where they werewalking. School was uneventful, Peter didn't get a chance to seeCatherine, but was happy that he. Shit, fell asleep in the armchair. The clock's red, digitalfigures claim it's almost two in the morning. All that big, wide fourposter bed and you went for the armchair. Knob.Legs still curled beneath me. Knees ache. A man of twenty three shouldnot have aching knees, maybe I run too much. My mouth aches after a vastyawn, I stretch my hands towards the ceiling until my back pops. Bedtime.On my feet I sway a little, like a drunk. Surprised to look down and seea pink blouse. Is that a skirt? Yes.