It was a warm night and my sexy wife had dressed to kill, as usual…She was wearing a very short white skirt that showed off her tanned legs.A tight ...ugging top covered her nice round tits. She was braless.A couple of high heeled sandals completed her sexy outfit.Standing beside my wife at the bar, I noticed a hand was running its way up the back of Ana’s thigh and underneath her skirt. I looked to see the owner of the hand and saw it was a young black guy.I did not say any word, just waiting to. He was still frozen, just staring at what was happening in front of his eyes. She opened her legs slightly wider, and he just continued to stare. “do you like what you see?” she asked, “I've been watching you watch me, I can feel your eyes” she had now put a finger inside herself, “do you want to touch me?..do you?” he now moved putting his hand on her thigh, warm and soft. He could still smell flowers as he moved his head between her legs, just as he got there, she pushed her chair back with a. Jock,this is Julian, my new sissy in training. Julian, I believe you havealready met Josh."Julian, still blushing, just stood there with his elbows to his sides,wrists limp and twisted a little to one side, whilst rubbing his kneestogether as he moved. He looked up from his lowered head with a lock ofhis flaxen hair covering one eye and said, "Hi Jock and Josh." It was sheer pansy poetry in motion, but that Jock was a living Adonis.Before verbal responses could come from the boys, the church. . Jesus ... I mean, that is sooo cool." This moth eaten thing?" Sandy said as she clutched a portion of the gown just below her breasts. Walking into the room she asked, "Why would you think this is so cool?"The image of his cousin back-lighted in the doorway lingered in Bob's mind. "Uh ... well ... uh, I just like it is all."Sandy took a seat on the couch, a few feet from where Bob was sitting. "Somehow I don't think you're telling me everything." Sandy smiled. "C'mon, tell me. Why do you.