This latter action of Rob, in spreading his wifes thighs, showed beyond doubt to the old perv, that Yvonne was there to be seen and to be gloated over... The guy immediately put his hand to his cock and asked, Whered you find this slut? Shes my wife, Rob answered proudly. Really! the old guy exclaimed with obvious surprise. He didnt elaborate on what he thought though, and just continued to gloat over the lewdness of Yvonnes lascivious pose. Do you share her? the old guy eventually asked. This. “Seriously you are beautiful,” he said as he stared into my eyes. I blushed again. “Your mom told me about your, I guess the best word to use would be, ummm, wish,” he said as his face turned bright red. “I was going to let you down gently. There are thousands of reasons of why that would be the best way to go. But I can never say no to you. Do you remember when you were five and I took you and your mom to Toy “R” Us?” “No,” I said. “Your mom was going to buy you a new Barbie,” he said. “It was. I thought he would as well pull my skirt above to my hips in the back too. Instead he undid the knots of my skirt and then pulled it below, making me stark naked down the hips, staking my feminity with it. “With your skirt on your hips, you can never get a good shave… ok?” He commanded“Sit up and remove your blouse…” he bid me. I felt still like a child doing whatever dad asked to do me. He helped me unbutton it and then removed it. I was wearing a soft cotton bra inside. In fact I never needed. I will not insist that you share - I think it devalues my offer and suggests that I'm shallow and not serious." He paused a moment. "But if you want to volunteer to share, I will try to make it work. The decision is yours."Shannon frowned. "May we... ?" She waved indicating that she wanted to take Bridgette a few feet away for privacy."Certainly." Bart sighed. This had gone so well - but this Shannon was likely to screw things up. Ultimately, it might be necessary to go looking for his second.