Then along came the kids, and the gear got packed away from prying hands and eyes. The games became less and less frequent. And the days got longer an...d longer as we both tried to keep up with the never-ending energy of tikes. Once in a great while, she'd agree to play. But she didn't seem to have the same passion as before. Not that she didn't like it. On the other hand. Once she saw me dressed up she wanted sex right then and there. And when Brenda wanted sex, she really wanted sex. So we'd. Part of the meeting details were that I was to be wearing my wife’s panties, bra and high heels. I agreed to wear them.The meeting would take place at my house on a Sunday. My wife always went to visit her mom on Sundays after church, so I would have about a two hour window. The day of our scheduled meeting had came. I texted David and let him know that my wife just left and I’m home alone. He let me know that he was on his way over.I got dressed for the meeting wearing just panties, bra and. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so even as brief as it was, I got a nice look at her perky, somewhat pointy little handfuls.“If you want a better look...” With that, she stood up.I couldn’t tell you what was running through my head in the few seconds I sat staring at her. I can tell you that between seeing her tits and her promise to jerk me off, I was hard as a rock.I slid out of the booth.She giggled, waved for me to follow, and headed toward the door with her little ass swaying. Right before the. I like it when you use that name. Will you? Always? Only my mother calls me Felicity. It's a stupid, posh, sensible name, like my stupid posh sensible boring horrible mother who gave it to me. It just isn't me." OK, it's Flix. As I was saying, I'm sorry. You must think I'm some kind of slut." Not at all. I think you're a beautiful, kind, attractive, sensual woman, all the things 'she' isn't, and ... I like you very much."But then she looked down and seemed shocked. Pointing at the huge wet.