I smiled to myself as I entered the bathroom and closed the door.I had just gotten into the shower, washing my hair for what I assumed would be just t...he first time to remove all the salt that had collected in it when the door opened. Bart’s voice came through the frosted glass door, “Cat, do you want any makeup or something?”I chuckled. Like he could pick out some makeup for me. “No, nothing. I’ll go natural tonight.”He chuckled, “Natural, I don’t think they will let you in the restaurant that. Being shaved, there was nothing to get in the way and I devoured her, licked her juices and flicked the tip of my tongue into her tight entrance. The moans and pressure of her hand on my head told me I was doing something right, and when I finally allowed her to press down her clit to my waiting tongue the effect was as I had planned. The shudders started in the legs, her hands grasped the back of my head and she literally started humping hard against my flicking tongue.I trapped her clit. Since it was only her and Richard at home, who else could it be ? Shedidn't think to much into it until one afternoon while folding clothesand putting them in Richard's drawer she notice a hint of pink fromunderneath his shorts. That's odd she thought to herself and lifted thepile to notice a pink thong that was hers. So it is Richard after all.That night she confronted Richard who submissively admitted everything tohis domineering wife. He would often dress in her best lingerie,dresses,. Seeing what you expect to see can be a negative. They see the big tits, watching how they sway and bounce, how voluptuous her figure is. They don’t look at the package. But, you … you next to me dressed the same way takes everyone back. Surprise. They stop and look, consider who you are, why are you on my arm. Then, they see the look, the innocence, maybe. They see the stark difference in size between us. Hell, you might be a teenager … their thoughts wonder. An impression.”I smile and consider.