[twowide]

Family wake. I'm sat with a quiet pint when, along with their Companions, his 2 daughters entered. Twentysomethings, the younger olive skinned with long, black tresses, the older a stunning, bobbed-hair blonde. She's wearing a long, red skirt and cropped, black top with lacey shoulder straps. No visible panty or bra line, her split skirt parting to reveal her magnificent thighs as she promenades the crowd. Eventually, she takes a seat at an adjoining table, my eyes remaining anchored on her Chorus-Girls Naked Thigh, now fully revealed as she half-turns to gossip and display the album in her mobile phone. I call her over, asking to see her pictures. She stands beside me, plonking the phone down as my wandering hand casually caresses the exposed skin behind her left knee. As she leans forward to adjust the screen, I peer straight down her top. Smallish tits. Pink nipples. She smiles as I shuffle back, her left hand on my shoulder, mine stroking my rampant bulge, our eyes constantly flickering together as she slowly and deliberately continues with the silent photo charade. Enter wife from Stage Left.