Stetson debacle, I'd decided to go "underground" with my fetish. It was the safest thing to do considering that I'd become such a pariah at work. So, ...'d begun sating myself on the toasted street rumps of black and latina street walkers. not that I didn't wanna squeeze one out on white girls, but usually they came in the Auswitch emaciated look, were just two damn gross or didn't fuck with black guys on order of their "black" pimp.I'd found some great asses out here on the street, but guilt was. When Tim returned with their drinks, they looked away. But the man Tim had spoken with continued staring.Tim moved his chair closer to her. "Wanna have some fun?" he asked."What did you have in mind?" You'll see."He placed a hand just above her knee and slowly moved up her leg, hiking her skirt up as he went higher. She was about to protest, but she noticed the man at the bar was still staring, and she felt a tingle of excitement. She parted her thighs a little more, as Tim's hand continued its. Slowly v felt comfortable with each others company and she was laughing at my jokes and mockery .I came to know that she is married and her husband moves abroad every often for business purpose and she is left alone at home almost everyday.Then the right time started.she liked my company and invited me to her home for coffee. l thought this is the chance and I happily agreed to her invitation. then we drove to her home and it was a big mansion with all sophisticated interiors. meanwhile her. It wasnt particularly busy, a few couples and groups and just an odd male. her eyes were drawn to him. he was around 40ish about 6 feet looked muscular and little hair. his blue eyes momentarily met hers. she smiled coiley which he returned as she took a stoool at the bar. as she sat her dress ran up her shapley legs and just showed a glipse of her stocking tops as she ordered 2 drinks. the man had been watching her but turned away as he realised she was with someone as she had ordered a beer.