"Well, I think you'd look better with your cock out." I giggled and whispered to him. I put my cigarette in my mouth and used both of my hands to begi... undoing his pants. He stopped me and said that as much as he'd like me to pull his dick out, that maybe we'd better leave that for private. I frowned a little, then gave him a wink and stood up, grabbing him by his hand and leading him to a small copse of pine trees that would hopefully provide a little privacy.Once we got behind one of the. On my way home on the train with my new purchase safely concealed in a nondescript bag, I looked around at my fellow passengers and tried to imagine what they would think if they knew the long package in my hands was a leg spreader. I admit that I found the thought titillating. Then of course, I wondered what they would do if I took it out and tried it on; hiking my charcoal pencil skirt up my thighs so that I could open my legs wide enough to strap myself in, exposing my lacy panties which at. I was introduced to Marc, Cynthia's husband. He was about 5'9" and of medium build. He immediately struck me as a very relaxed, friendly guy. Their house was great: three bedrooms and baths, a big living room with a fireplace, a nice deck, and a hot tub. But what was most impressive was the location-right on the lake. They had a small dock and canoe. Their neighbors were at least 200 feet from them on both sides. The lake itself was smallish, but not crowded. There were no public accesses to it. ”When it was time to leave Jason walked us to the door. Mom and Ilene went out, but Jason held me back. He gave me a big grin and said:“My real gift to you is the couch in my office. Use it wisely.”My eyes got big and my jaw dropped. He laughed and said “Better catch up with your mom.”As I walked to the car I wondered how in the hell he knew. I wondered if Connie knew that Jason knew. My next thought was “Oh sweet fucking Jesus; he knows so what is he going to do when I show up Tuesday to take.