Still in the restaurant, Vanessa wasn't going to look very wild. We were in a corner booth, though, and she could be discreet in the corner. When she ...gestured at me, I looked down. When she sat down, she hiked her professional-length skirt above her stocking tops, and had taken off her panties. "What would you like to do to her?"You know, if I found her like that at a party, and she gave me an approving look, I might not even talk. I might even just drop to my knees -- convenient, not. The truth was he was on the small side and I often imagined what it would be like to be fucked silly by a big cocked stud. I never acted on my curiosity, though, I had been hit on since being married. I almost cheated once with a young stud but I got cold feet and just couldn't commit adultery. One day I discreetly found a tape measure to get the dimensions of my new toy. “Ten inches long and six inches around,” I choked as I laughed. I realized it could ruin my tight married pussy. I decided. ”I said, “Sure, Teresa. Here, let me show you.” I pulled the latch and opened the door. I pulled the (short) “stair” down and said, “OK, darlin’, step up -- not very fancy, but it’s a good bird.”She took a short look down the passenger area, then turned to the cockpit. She looked at me, and raised an eyebrow. I (of course) said, “Take a seat on the left side, and I’ll light up the panel for you.” She climbed into the seat, and I flipped the switches to power up the panel.She watched as the. Perusing the clothing options around Sam's room,she noticed that Sam's phone had a new text from Stephanie. Popping itopen, she read:I know you're bummed about Rhode Island. Want to see you b4 I go.Pondering how she should handle this situation, Susan set the phone downon the dresser. Eyes squinting from thinking, she decided to takeadvantage of the finer points of being a teenage boy. She grabbed thephone and typed in:Free all day. Want to see u2.After hitting send, Susan's heart began to.