"Naughty pussy!" and the cat looked suitable innocent. She placed myform on a pile of others and I heard a knock at the door and that wasthe next app...ointment.The 3 months passed slowly and we all waited with interest for thearrival of the costumes. The women were particularly excited as theclothes of that era were very feminine. Long skirts, cut quite tight, abustle and then a tight bodice either low cut to reveal some bosom orrunning to a high collar. Most had long sleeves with ornate. I didn’t compare to The Doberman in that area so a Great Dane? Yes, I was jealous. It would be nice to be hung like a horse. Like a porn star. Thankfully Marie still seemed very interested in sex with me so she had totally gone over to the dark side.The weekly shopping was done on Friday night seeing her “appointment” was Saturday afternoon. I had booked 2pm so time was tight. We had any early lunch on Saturday and Marie disappeared into the bedroom to prepare for her “date”. I sat in the. Suddenly we were all starving. Loretta volunteered to make a food run if I paid. I pulled my wallet out and handed her a ten. She ran off and I fixed the audio-box to the window, and then Grace and I scrambled into the backseat.Grace didn’t wait a second before jumping my bones. I saw a flash of white as her legs straddled my lap and her perky tits squashed against my chest as we kissed hungrily trying to make up for lost time. I had one hand inside her blouse massaging the nipple through her. Did his parents know about it — no. Who was she — the wife of a friend of his mother (my god, she thought to herself, married no less as well)! How long did it last — several months, was his reply. Did she break his heart — very much so. On that note, Tristan’s face appeared quite forlorn. Doris reached across the table and placed her hand gently against his cheek. ‘Oh, darling, I’m so very sorry.’ Finally, she had one last question — had they been intimate? ‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘It was.