For a little while the two women stared at each other.- You really look fucked out, Britt grinned at Alice.- You don't look half bad yourself, old gir....- Wow. I never thought I could do this.- Not me either.- I wonder what John would do if he could see me now.- I think Peter would either kill me or jump me, Alice giggled.- And I think John would jump me or kill me, Britt sniggered.- Do you think he could stand it?- I really don't know. He has been telling me some wild fantasies, but I'm not. She turned to face me, running a slim hand through her silver hair. I was feigning interest in the truck and caught a glimpse of her looking at the crotch of my running pants. “Checking out my package, Doris? “ I thought to myself. “You’re not the old bitch your Nephew thinks you are.”“No thanks”, I replied, smiling at the truck. “Looks like a real project.” I was putting my gloves on and heading for the street. “Thanks for the help.” she said as I jogged down the sidewalk. I waved in. At least it looked that way.The wedding celebration continued. When it was time for the bride and Groom to leave the party, Ron quietly whispered to me, “Meet us at the motel. Wait until the bridal car leaves and then come up to the honeymoon suite.”“Fuck, Ron, this is your wedding night mate. I can’t be there. Does Ronnie know what you are doing?”“Just meet us there. Don’t tell anyone.”I shook my head at him as they were leaving. Ronnie saw me, smiled and blew me a kiss. I waited around twenty. Now the first buds of renewed desire had sprouted and were growing stronger with each second we were together.I needed to find a way to let her know I was willing to do it again with her without coming right out and saying it. I thought if I teased her the way she had teased me, she might get the message, so I bought two pairs of lightweight rayon shorts. My waist barely moved the waistband when I put them on. They were perfect; very short legs, tight in front, but comfortably loose elsewhere..