She had shaved her legs and trimmed her pussy hair, primped and preened, then had donned a silky little peignoir and heels. She had worn that the rest... of the day, even cooking supper dressed in the transparent nightie, a ghostly smile constantly on her face. That night, Richard had eagerly joined his wife in bed, rather than watch a late movie, and the pair of them had made love, Wendy wrapping her arms and legs around her husband, whimpering as he slowly moved against her.Richard woke the next. He sighed quietly to himself, peeling off his leather jacket and carefully hanging it on the nearby coat rack. His shirt had become slightly damp where it hadn’t been protected by the coat and waistcoat when he rushed for the bus at the end of his work-day. He undid the buttons of the waistcoat as he entered the kitchen, switching the light on and progressing on to grab some orange juice from the fridge. Ordinarily he would just pour it into a glass, but Archie was in no mood for calm, rational. “Right, young man. Up those stairs and get yourself to bed. God help you if you’re not in bed when I come up and check on you.” She purred, reaching over and kissing me on the lips once again.She smiled as she looked down at my rock hard cock pointing at her and she spent a few moments stroking my bare chest with the fingernails on her right hand, working all the way down my body until she began touching the length of my cock that was almost touching her knee-length black skirt. As Wendy was. ” So began the Ping Pong lessons. As the weather got cooler, Terri and Will spent more and more time playing Ping Pong and being around each other. They were becoming very close, but neither was willing to take the first step beyond the friendship that had developed. There were a lot of nights Terri would eat at Will’s grandmother’s house with them or she and Will would go out to eat together. They spent so much time together that most people thought they were a couple by the way they acted..