This was good. He slipped his hand under my skirt to feel me and I held my breath. Was there any cum from the other boy still there? He groaned ...s he rubbed his fingers through my lips. “I’m so horny and wet” I said. “I can feel it. You’re drenched” he replied. “Been waiting all day. Don’t waste it” I murmured. “Where’s your pants”? “Surprise; they’re in my bag already” We were on the couch in five seconds with my skirt up and him pulling his pants down. I reached down and. ‘He’s got the Exxon station up on Maple. Maybe he can bring his truck over and take your car over there at least for tonight. When that’s taken care of, I’ll drive you home.’ When they entered the house, Steve’s wife was there, looking concerned and putting her arms around Nancy and helping her to a chair between the fireplace, where a fire was flickering, and a lighted Christmas tree. It was clear that Steve had been assembling toys for young children hopefully abed and at least pretending to. I found myself noticing the things she did more too; little things like the accidental leaving open of the bathroom or bedroom door while she was changing or bathing, or the careless flashing of her panties getting in or out of the car. And she seemed to have started wearing exceptionally short skirts around the house too. In fact I had twice sent her back to her room to change into something more modest – an action that seemed to hurt her rather than make her angry.I put it down to coincidence. We talked and drank beer until the bar closed at midnight. Neither one of us wanted to leave each others company so he invited me back to his place. We decided that I would leave with him and he would drop me off to my truck in the morning. It was a pretty good drive back to his house and I teased him the whole way there. I have a collection of my nude pictures on my phone and one-by-one I showed them to him as he drove. He would look at a picture then rub his hand on my leg or cup my left.