Nobody has to go to the bathroom that many times during one meal. They walked slowly. They wiggled.I had time to take it all in. I had arrived before ...hem. After ordering, I got to sit at my table and await my meal. I was at the table alone. I had no book to read. I had no dinner partner with whom to share conversation. I was alone with my thoughts. I speculated as to how many people were looking at me and wondering if this was the loser's big night out. No one else ate alone. They all got to. I went into the living room and waited. Fifty minutes passed, and then it was an hour. Had I scared Ed by being so forward? I stared at my front door, commanding it to open. An hour and twenty minutes passed. I was ready to resign myself to being a damn fool and turn out the outside light and lock the door.I was just about to get up when the door opened. Ed stood holding the door open and panting from running up the walk. I went to him. “Shut the door, Ed.”Ed quickly shut the door and explained. It was a good inch long and as thick as my forefinger.Placing my hands on her knees I began to softly lick and kiss the inside of her legs. The first time my lips made contact with her flesh I felt a shiver go through her body and she moaned. My tongue and lips slowly continued their journey up the inside of her legs."Oh my God!" Betty whispered as she laid her head back and leaned the chair back.I watched in awe as I saw moisture seep out of Betty's pussy and onto the fabric of the chair. My. .we were both so damn lonely. In Vietnam she was not allowed to wear what she liked, touch who she wanted, or where. I taught her, "here", she can do as she pleases, I told her when you touch me,....look around, see if any one is offended,.. Or if they care. She slowly came out of her shell. Now she touches me in public... pinches my butt, runs her fingers up-n-down my crack, over my jeans. Reaches inside my shirt to pinch my nipples. She lets me play with her cleavage if no one is looking, and.