Afterwards I gave him a peck on the cheek and a wink as I hopped off, grabbed my panties and ran towards the shower.It was going to be a while before ...��E” got home, so I had to leave without saying goodbye to her. It didn’t really matter though, as in the car ride back home “N” and I already planned our next meet-up. During that ride we were completely chaste again, not showing anything to the outside world, but I was still relieved to see no trace that neighbour who had seen me go in. When I. Living alone I was often invited around for something to eat and especially on a Friday evening before me and Steve would hit the town (always better to drink having eaten). She was married with two grown boys and I often felt jealous of Steve having such a close family but Mary would make me feel like part of the family.So apart from the occasional meal I would also get invited to parties at Steve’s parents which would always raise a few eyebrows. We would end up getting drunk and dancing. He had been with many women, and done things far more kinky than this…I pulled deftly at the brass buttons of his fly and then pulled down his jeans. He was wearing black cotton underwear, and I smiled and whistled. “Nice underoos,” I said, and he actually blushed. I ran my fingers underneath the legbands of his underwear and felt his silky hair tickle my fingertips. He seemed nervous, and I leaned in and kissed his happy trail, rubbing my swollen lips on the soft skin.“Don’t be nervous, my. Aware that we were running short of time, I secretly craved for Dave to do more. Dave carried on to say how the dress was tied, and how, depending on my mood it could be tied accordingly. The younger guy, feigning innocence, suggested that they are shown what he meant. That was it! Dave urged me to twist a little in my seat to show where the bow was tied. This also had the effect of showing much of my exposed thigh. While the increasingly sexy banter continued, the anticipation of how far this.