She wore matching gloves and held a fan in her hands.?You look beautiful, if I don?t say so myself,? remarked Lori.Jean felt her face grow warm and sh...e realized she was blushing.?Sorry, did I embarrass you? I have to admit that I forgot that you?renot really a girl,? said Lori.?It?s okay,? replied Jean. ?I?m sort of lost in the moment myself.?Lori cocked her head as she stared back at the teen.Jean caught herself and smiled back.?I often get lost in my roles,? she replied.Lori nodded, but. .............We collapse on the bed breathing hard from the fuck we have just shared that has been months in the making. But the night is not over yet, time to get ready to show you off. You disappear off to the shower and I ring down for champagne to get us going again.As you come out of the shower I greet you with a glass of champagne and then sit back to watch you get ready. I enjoy watching you dry yourself, your hair, applying you make up, all the whilst drinking back you champagne. you. Before this we’d never even really considered dogging as one it was like a fantasy and especially as we are both well into our 50s and assumed dogging was for young couples, not like us old farts but although a mature couple we still had a very active sex life and most nights would be at it hammer & tong!We pulled into the car park, no one else was around so got down to a bit of kissing and I started to unbutton her dress, once undone I pulled her bra down and started playing with her nipples. ”“I do. Let’s walk over to The Governor’s Table on Halsted and have coffee.”She nodded, and we started walking.“How long have you been working for the Mafia?”I sighed, “You HAVE to keep this a secret, Becky. Almost nobody knows about it. The ones who do are all involved in some way.”“I’ll keep your secret. And I’m not freaked-out. I’m intrigued.”“It started when I was fourteen. You remember the deli job I had? That’s when it began. I’ve done odd jobs here or there, but mostly I write computer.