.. concentrating solely on my clit, that is. By leaning over, my pussy was now against the rough upholstered seat. My legs spread, I could rock my hip... slowly, rubbing my pussy while massaging my clit.My head was down towards the book, but my eyes were still on those red panties. She had shifted in her seat now, leaning back in the chair, her legs spread farther apart. Yes, the panties were definitely sheer. I could see the faint shadow of her slit, a dark line between her legs.I began rubbing. I began to get hard but I willed myself to relax as I had to get moving. The gallery was a converted warehouse in a neighborhood that was undergoing a revitalization and I actually felt safe crossing the semi-darkened street. I greeted the host and his wife and accepted a glass of wine and began to walk around admiring the art work and greeting the other members. Darlene arrived about an hour later and after greeting the hosts she slowly approached me. She looked like a million dollars in a. ’ She tilted her face down and went ‘puh. Then she giggled. ‘I meant that last night was my wedding night,’ she said. I’m not dumb. I was tired. I lay there, passive. She pushed the hair back from my forehead. I guess she liked doing that. I knew I liked her doing that. She bit her lip. Looked like a rabbit. ‘We don’t have wedding ceremonies. An elder tells you it’s your time. Then you go to bed.’ She gave me a meaningful look. ‘See?’ ‘So we’re married?’ She nodded happily. ‘I’m yours and. What was she to do? It had broken her, last summer, to think that she might have merely been a romance for the brief few holiday weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn’t a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn’t include her. Almost like an illicit affair.She could no more lose him.