She has absolutely the most sexy pair of legs and my being a bit of a foot man, has gorgeous feet also. She occasionally shaves her pussy bald, but mo...t of the time there is a little "landing strip".Anyway, recently she had to fly to Los Angeles to go to market and I told her that while she was there I would give her a pass to have sex if she wanted to. Of course I really didn't think she'd take me up on that, but I thought it would give me plenty of hot images and fantasies to talk about when. Why did she do that, I wondered? Always facing me? She perched back on her stool and I laid out again on the lounge.This time around she seemed to be tossing her head a bit, those blond curls waving in the late morning light, glistening, sparkling. Those legs kept bouncing, and I swear she was opening them up a bit, for there was certainly a darkening void between her legs that wasn't there before. I was starting to have visions. Ah, must be that Texas stuff I had been smoking. I found it. She needed to get it done soon.She put the list down and got ready to go to work. Sever cut business suit and shoes with a two-inch heel. Hair up in an unbecoming bun and almost no make up. A last minute smile as she put her underpants in her purse and then she left the house.There had been a change over the last week. It was almost as if the men who rode the train with her every day knew that she would be moving soon and wouldn't be taking that train anymore. Three days ago, for the first. "What . . . why do you want me to carry these . . . things . . . in my purse?" "Never mind. Come on, cunt. Let's go." We both acted a little weird in the fancy restaurant, I guess. Our friends and family wrote it off as wedding jitters and kept reassuring us. I kept touching Helen's thigh under the table. Every time I did, she stared at her food, but swung her legs apart for me. While the waiter was taking our plates away, I whispered to her that I could smell her cunt juice. "Lift you skirt,.