We talked about what we doafter college, about our dreams, goals, aspirations, things like that. Wehad a lot in common. Even stuff that I thought was ...weird about me, sheliked too. It was great. She was telling me how she never really hadanyone to talk to, seeing as how her mother lived out of town, her sisterwas in the army, and most of her other female relatives were dead. I feltkinda sorry for her but she told me not to worry, that she had gottenused to it. So we talked and talked some more,. As she walked behind you Sam suddenly slapped your ass hard with her hand and you cried out in shock more than pain, and I could see her sexy hand print on your ass where she had slapped you. Sam did it again and this time to the other cheek leaving another sexy hand print, this time you bit your lip and took the punishment like a good slut. I told her to continue and she slipped out of her dress and stood there naked except for heels and a mask on now ready to play with you.Sam slapped your. She knew what happens next. Unable to move under me I heard the unmistakable sound of first one shoe dropping to the carpet followed by the other. Releasing her I rolled her onto her stomach, her skirt now nothing more than a band around her waist exposing her small buttocks straining under the taut barely black nylon of her pantyhose. I knew that when we got dressed this morning that she had put on a black thong which neatly cupped her sex. Slotting a finger down the groove between her. We don’t wear rings, but that sort of formality is optional these days.People believe what they assume they already know. We’re married in the intimate sense and the socially apparent sense, but it would be criminal if we had a license. Strange morality.As long as they were with us, Mom and Dad thought it smart, their single children sharing the rent in the Big City. When we’d visit home, we’d revert to our childhood rooms and sneak conjugal moments when the opportunity presented itself.Once.