.Then Sangeeta would be lost to me. Forever. And I wanted her now,especially as a man again, so much that I ached for her. I wanted to takeher chin in...my forefinger and thumb and just bring her lips up to meetmine.It was an impossible choice.But I had to make it... and I had to make it now.Or... did I?Surely I needed time to consider it. Obviously I did. That was clear.I slid the ring back down into place.Sangeeta's life was at crisis point. She needed support. And I needed tosee if things. Well, if you don't mind an audience I said. Audience, the old fuck said, I'm gonna get some too. He dropped his pants, I got on my knees and we got started. Working the old guy to a hardon my land watched, he was not my daddy. He pulled my dress off and had an instant hardon at what he saw. I was in stockings and a bra and camisole. Soft and satiny, I felt so feminine and they liked the look and feel too.On my knees sucking the old neighbor and daddy behind me kissing my little hole I was ready. He was kinda cool, but still, I had to say: "I am sorry sir, I am not allowed to sit with guests"I was expecting him to keep pushing, but he just said: "Ooh, too bad"For a few moments I was just standing there like a moron, a little bit confused. Then I put myself back together, told him to let me know if he needs anything else and went away. After maybe 20 or 30 minutes I heard him saying "May I get the check please" and I went there again. When I came to his table, he said: "Look what I. Heather smiled, but then her eyes opened wide. Robby had slipped his hand through the slit of the wrap skirt and was caressing her stocking-clad thigh. “Robby!” she protested.Robby simply kissed her, quieting her complaints, and moved his fingers deeper and higher up her leg. Within moments he was flicking a fingertip across her naked pussy lips. “Just checking,” he commented wickedly.Heather’s face was red, and not simply from embarrassment. She was incredibly excited by Robby’s bold maneuver..