My wife was now pantyless, in her little black dress, at her works evening. What a turn on. She didn’t turn around but whispered to me, ‘You like?...�� She knew full well I did. ‘You are pure filth.’ I whispered back to her. I stuffed her panties back into my pocket and grabbed a small bit of her dress and pulled it towards me so she took a couple steps back towards the bar. I looked around and slyly lowered the bar stool down. I dropped my hand down beneath her dress and gently touched the back. I tell her yes, instinct.“Would you have done the same thing if you’d thought it was a real policeman?” she persists.“It was feeling I had from this man that makes me act so,” I tell her. “I do not know feeling of real police, so I cannot say. But if police are as you tell me, they seek to make others hold to law and do not do for themselves with no caring for law, then no, I would not do so.”“Well, I’m damn glad you did what you did, even if you don’t know exactly why,” she says. “Here, you’re. The next day, it was the weekend and we decided to go shopping again. This time, I insisted my wife to buy only modern clothes like jeans and top, short dresses, etc.The saleswoman suggested my wife to try some tight jeans or jeggings (ultra tight jeans). My wife had very sexy curves, so the jeggings looked perfect on her.We immediately bought 2 pairs of jeggings and 2 pairs of half-length capris for my wife. I thought myself to be very lucky to fuck this maal.The next day was Sunday. I and my. Mum knocked her fist against the window, huffed angrily and pulled thelavender coloured curtains closed.Forgetting the deep terror growing inside me as I thought of somethingbleeding 'down there' I asked, "What wrong Mum?" There is some pervert of a child living in the house across the fence,watching us. Lucy told me about him last night but I didn't believe her,now I do," Mum said, turning to me. "Eleanor, I want you to close thesecurtains whenever you are getting changed. If you ever see him.