I love Champagne. That prosecco was lovely and very food friendly. But I love this.” She drained her glass halfway, set it on the coffee table and h...ld my face for a deep and lingering kiss.Smoothing my hand along her thigh and under her gown my fingers ran across the elastic tops of her stockings. “You have the prettiest legs,” I said. “I love this color on you. You do realize you were getting looks in the restaurant.”“I thought I was,” she replied. “I don’t understand why it doesn’t bother. She could imagine the crushing weight suddenly thrown on Gail's shoulders - thrown there by the very man who was supposed to help her with life's burdens. They cried together.Several pieces of facial tissue later, and after taking a calming sip of her coffee, Pam prodded, "Keep going. You've got him locked out in his dress and all. What happened next?" He came knocking at the door about an hour later. He'd been hiding in the bushes and said he was cold. I didn't open the door. I just told. But when she's in the right mood or something, she calls me up and when I get over to her place and let myself in, she's wearing her English riding outfit. You know what I mean. White tights, field boots, black blazer, helmet. Even a riding crop! She looks totally cute (the pants make her ass look amazing) but it creeps me out a little. I know what she wants, so I start to strip off my clothes. She waits 'til I am totally naked (no socks, even) and then walks over to me, pulling a couple of. Brian twirled her around and said, "You wanna be a prude, fine, but look at your hubby over there fucking Barbara with the big tits. She likes it bareback so your good husband is gonna unload his balls in her. He'll have nothing left for you, sweetheart." I know. I saw him. That's Grant. He really has no self-control." And you do." Yes. Even if I wanted to do it with you tonight, Brian, I couldn't do it here in front of all these people." Okay, come with me."He pulled her hand hard leading her.