When Manuel insisted that he be invited over to their house for dinner after meeting Rosita, the lovely wife of Roberto, he dared not refuse.He broke ...the news to his sweetheart the best he could but she told him it would be fine. She had heard enough stories about this man and it bothered her the way her husband was treated.It was a Friday evening when the self-invited guest showed up, bearing no flowers or wine or anything that would reveal any manners at all. He was welcomed, or at least he. When you see someone enjoying the spectacle as much as Eve was, it is contagious. It made me sad to think that she had been denied this pleasure for so long, and happy that I was the one who had facilitated her reunion with live music. At the finale to the first half she clapped so hard and so enthusiastically I was sure her hands would sting for minutes.The hamper was opened and we set to the repast eagerly. With a mouthful of pate and salad I asked."So what do you think?" Eve's eyes. I chanced to look up, and there stood an old beggar. I hadn’t heard him approach, he startled me. His head was encased in a straw cage like a beehive. He carried a big walking stick of bamboo. He was bent, with age I thought, or perhaps from the weight of the huge pack he carried on his back. Although I had never seen one before, I recognised him from the descriptions I’d read in books, he was a Komuso, a travelling beggar monk. ‘Hello, young miss,’ he croaked, ‘is your master home?’ Still. It must be Stu, my lodger, coming home early from work. Although he knew I was bi, he’d never seen me dressed up. ‘Hi, how was your day?’ he called, as he walked into the living room.His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open as he took in the scene. There I was standing in my outfit, my ass and semi erect cock in full view! ‘Oh my’ he said. ‘That’s a very sexy look you’re rocking there. Oh my oh my!’ He just stood and stared. ‘Ummm, I’m glad you like it’ I mumbled. ‘Like it? I love it’ he.