She giggled at the expression on your face. "We have to keep up the appearance of being just a regular apartment" she explained, "So when we open the ...door we try to fit into the whole neighbourhood thing. But it ain't whats going on underneath!" Taking your hand, she guided it up her skirt, and you felt the top of the sheer stockings give way to smooth, silky thigh, and on up to a satin smooth pussy. You could feel her heat, and even a slight dampness on your fingertips. Your knees trembled.. ..orbe naked, whatever I want. And you can only squirt when I tell you thatyou can..is it a deal?" What about with you, Lisa, will you take your clothes off for me?" heasked, pleadingly."No, Frank, I wont. Ever. Period. But, if you are a good boy, sometimes Iwill wear short pants or a short skirt, or go barefoot. Would you likethat? You can look at my bare legs and bare toes, but you can never touchme, would you like that?" And from now on you are francis, not frank," she told him."Oh yes, I. But there was no way I could reach it.A very naughty image appeared that I suddenly had an urge to paint. A woman with a dog on her back showing the dog cock in her ass like mine must look. I had to get a photograph of that. And another dog with his cock in her mouth.Just that thought sent me to have another but more intense orgasm. Oh the naughtiness of it.It was as if he could read my mind. Dagon suddenly moved around and presented his rear to me, his tail hitting me in the face. He pushed. We’re cool. Nothing to worry about that’s going to spoil Jon’s wedding.”Callan had a strange look on his face. Part guilt from his confession, part relief that I bore no grudge, and part maybe a little disbelief at my response to the question he’d never quite had the courage to ask directly.I slapped him on the back – told him again that it was all in the past as far as I was concerned, and turned to collect two more beers, wondering to myself what Callan really thought now.*Thursday 21st June.