But I didn't get a chance to comment.Quietly, so our parents wouldn't hear, and forestalling any comment from me, she went on, "I need to talk to you.... OK, you go tell Pop where we're going and I'll get my car out of the garage." No, we'll take mine, it's in the way anyhow. I'll drop you off back here later. Go get in the car and wait for me."Our town's Dairy Queen was a big one with a huge inside eating area. When we arrived, there were only a few others eating inside at two in the afternoon.. I on my knees licking some of their cum. My husband looked at me. He was disappointed.“Why did you do it?” he asked“I had no other choice, they threatened that they might do something to you. I did it for you honey,” I said. Of course, it was a lie but I expected him to believe it. “Then why did you ask him to visit again?” he asked“Honey, the truth is he will come back. So when he comes back I don’t want him to force me into this. It’s better if I accept it,” I said“He will come back? And I. She invite you in and without saying a word you enter...drinks are already poured and the lights are dimmed.She point to the couch and says have a seat and without saying anything you do as she says. she sits next to you and you actually realize that you havent said a word since she let you in. You gaze at her beautiful trained body and legs, her long dark brown hair that she let loose and it just barely shows an opening in her cleavage. You can make out that her breasts are real, nice, big and. I started to make my way back to the dressing room, walking slowlyaway, swaying my ass as I placed one foot carefully in front of theother, showing off a bit I guess, but more just enjoying the feeling.My thighs gently rubbed my now semi-hard sissy-clit, my garter tuggedat my waist and stocking tops with each step. Accompanied by thebright click of spike heels on the floor, there were few things Ienjoyed more than prancing like some whore bitch in heat."Oh yeah - I'm going to have that sweet.