She followed the same steps, and when I looked down, the other eye got its share of cleavage. Again, she had to remind me to look up. At that point I ...was hoping she would not look down because something was developing and I seemed to have no control to prevent it. Then she held a small ruler across the bridge of my nose and went through the same routine but without the flashlight. She invited me to look down, left, right, up and down again. A small smirk crossed her lips and she rolled closer. I walked to the table and asked her, "So which one is mine?" I spoke before I looked at them. When I did, I thought I might have fucked up. They didn't look old enough to be in the place." Well this one," the forty something year old waitress said, "is my son. The other one is his friend from school. So I guess you get them both." She said smiling up at me."I'm sorry. I am still learning not to say the first thing that comes to mind, even if it is witty," I said."Not to worry, they came to meet. She smoothed itdown over her face. She used to be frightened of the hood but her psyche waschanging and her fear turned to excitement over the years of wearing theseclaustrophobic masks. The hood felt great.As she put on her little blond bob wig, she admired her reflection in the mirror and sworeat her self softly “you dirty slut Letitia”. She looked at her thighs they were shapelyrunners thighs she was a keen athlete even at forty she looked easily ten yearsyounger. She turned her back to the. Steve broke the kiss long enough to ask, "You know what a cuckold is boy?" At the time I had never heard the term and shook my head no."A cuckold is a man who gives his woman up willingly to another man," he informed me. He grinned down at me before bending his mouth down to Laurie's breast and taking a hard nipple into his mouth causing her to gasp.We stayed in the tub for several minutes and finally whispering broke the sounds as Steve suggested we get out of the tub and head into the den..