Somehow,she had found a cheerleader uniform that perfectly matched the ones frommy old high school. Right down to the cheerleader panties and saddles...hoes. I waisted no time getting everything on, and then I settled in fora nap, knowing from the sound of her voice when she called that this couldbe a long night.Around 7:30 my wife woke me up and asked how I was feeling. I noticed shewas in an identical outfit to mine. Was this my lucky day and I would getto fulfill some of the fantasies I had. I kissed & licked my way down her neck. Then I started to pinch her hard nipples between my fingers & thumbs. She gasped out a breathless "Ohhhh God Yessss." I moved down a bit & ran my tongue down the valley between her cleavage. I proceeded with my tongue along the bottom of one breast then slowly kissed my way up towards her swollen nipple. When my lips reached her areola I made a wet circle round it, scarcely touching the dark skin. I could feel that she was holding her breath. I closed my. She said I could lodge in her house, which was large and contained her young children and husband. I moved in during the summer vacation. Her husband was away for a month and she made it plain he was a liberal-minded man who gave her permission to follow her sexual desires wherever they led her. This was the green light for me and please forget all that crap about Mrs Robinson seducing the naive young man - I was 19 and had learned a lot from pornography. The first night in that house I. She sat and thought, her mind running in circles, considering, making plans and then discarding them. The most common profession for lower caste women who had no skills or who were trying to live off the grid, was as a doxie, a whore. She knew there were plenty of men who liked young girls and, for a couple of years, if she was careful, she could probably make a pretty good living.She had done that, or the next thing to it. She had spread her legs for three different men, that being the only.