I had done anal with Jimmy. Um, the fifth time we were together I let him do it that way. That was another strange night for me, because his wife walk...d in on us. She had the same philosophy as he did, so she didn't care that he had sex with other women. I think she even enjoyed the idea. He had gone in very slowly. Uh, his shaft is narrower than yours and maybe an inch longer, maybe that's why it seemed so easy, it just slipped in easy as butter. And he went in so slow. I barely felt him. Did she have panties on or was her pussy ready to be exposed if she spread her legs. I wanted to know, it just made no sense but the peeking kept me excited. No, I’m not crazy, just a healthy old man who never misses a chance to peek at a pussy even if it's my wife’s'. I was thinking just as crazy as I believed our friend was.Her next response was "May I have another glass of wine". That response broke the silent that was in the room and I said sure, drinks coming. As I walked into the kitchen. As I examined it I realized it was a handle so that meant that I was kneeling beside a trap door. I pulled on it and I was right it was a trap door. Under it was a little pit. As I looked closer I saw some bottles in a chest. I called the others over to see what I found. It turned out the bottles I saw contained wine and I was overjoyed to see dry food and some tin cans containing tuna and beans. It wasnt much but it was food. It must have been put there by the owners of the cabin. This. She thought about jeans but for some reason rejected them. Instead, she found herself opening the bottom drawer where she kept outfits she seldom if ever wore since Kyle's death. She selected the bright yellow hot pants Kyle had liked so well, the ones which showed a good deal of cheek and were cut very low beneath the navel. She wasn't even sure she could still get into them but a smile crossed her face when she was indeed able to zip them up. There was a decided thong line however so she.