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I could see up her shorts enough to see her panties. She was wearing something sexy. I turned toward her and got on my knees in front of her. I tugged at her hands to pull them away from her face.“Don’t be embarrassed. I couldn’t resist teasing you.” She continued to cover her face. I took my hands off hers and rested them on her open thighs. She leaned back and finally looked at me. I could tell she was truly embarrassed. I slid my hands higher and slipped the tips of my fingers under the hems of her shorts. She relaxed into the sofa and I continued reaching into her shorts as much as they would allow.“So you just put your hands wherever you want?” she asked.“Until you say stop.” I informed her. She didn’t move. She didn’t say stop.I unbuttoned her shorts and slid the zipper down. I moved slowly and took the time to feel her skin each time I exposed a little more. Soon I had her shorts and panties off and I returned her legs to the original position with one foot on the sofa. As she walked over, Dee ran up to her, threw her arms around her neck, and gave her a big hug. When they started to break the hug, surprisingly Carol leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.I could hear Dee gasp at that, and the grin on Carols face was priceless.Carol led us over to a corner table, and went to get our usual drinks. As she was walking away, Dee "hollered" to her, "Hey Carol could we have a couple of club burgers, medium, with fries and a salad. Save you a trip with menus." She laughed at that, and so did Carol."You got it sweetie, I'll bring your drinks right up."So we had our burgers and a drink and because it wasn't very busy, we got to spend some time with Carol. The bartender wasn't going to say anything. She was always on top of any orders, and he knew of the friendship, but I doubt he knew that Dee and she were sleeping together occasionally.Doesn't matter either way, Dee invited Carol over that evening after she got off of work, and she could shower and.
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We ate a very nice meal , had an after dinner drink , then as we got ready to leave she said she needed to use the ladies room. I helped her up and held her arm as we walked down the hall to the rest rooms. I said make sure you get that back in place when you are done. She smiled and said OK....I gave her a few seconds to get in the rest room good and pressed number three again. I heard a laugh come from inside. I waited for her to come out. As soon as she did I asked if she was in position? She said yes and that her panties where soaked when she pulled them down. Well I bet you dried yourself real good didn't you? She said yes that she had. I pushed the front door open for her to walk out ahead of me, the valet stood up and asked for our key number. I said it's right here and I pushed the number three down again while I handed him the ticket. This made my wife lean into me and put her head on my shoulder. She whispered stop it no now...I ignored her. I held the button down. Our car.

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