"Wait," I said, "before we do, I want you to do something for me, just for a minute." "OK," she said. "What?"A low retaining wall, no more than a coup...e of feet high, ran along one side of the parking lot. Nodding towards it, I said, "I want you to sit on that wall, lift your skirt, and play with yourself while I watch from inside the car. After a minute or so, you can come get in the backseat, and I'll join you. I just want to see you outside, in the open, with your pussy showing."She looked. .still bleary eyed and not tuned into time, place and day, I staggered into the bathroom and just as I released my stream into the toilet I heard the door opening and Carmen jumping out of bed! I heard her say "Cheryl how did you get a key and what time is it??" I could hear Cheryl laugh and tell her " I know the desk clerk and she knew you guys.." and it's 4AM..I started a pot of coffee and the ladies were yakking while doing touchy feely, Carmen naked and Cheryl taking clothes off. The. She was. I read once upon a time that if a mature woman was going to wear purple, it had to be silk. Even from 10 feet away, I could tell she was wearing silk. Do not ask me how I knew, but I did. Maybe it was the way her blouse fell or the jacquard on the fabric. Three years in men’s clothing had taught me a little. For example, the plain forest green wool skirt, falling two hands above her knees, probably had a matching jacket somewhere, but she was not currently wearing it. The blouse closed. ”“We did get a bit obsessive,” I nodded. “I’m just glad it’s calmed down so much lately.”“Yeah.”There was another pause.“Yeah.”I turned my attention to the TV. We’d really enjoyed the habit of watching TV together every night, and had finally bitten the bullet and picked up Netflix. Orange is the New Black failed to accurately represent lesbianism or the legal system, but it had successfully captured our interest each night for the two months.“What are we up to, the final episode?”“I think so..