As 'Michelle' outings go, It had been quite an evening. A milestone achievement in the life of a 'hanging on in there' cross-dresser. After fifty years of sporadic sessions, of pretending to be a female, and not since Michelle and Linda sauntered through the red-light district of Amsterdam, had I felt closer to my fem-side.

It was just after nine-thirty when I drove into the Old Coach-House Inn car park. It would appear that Saturday night business was booming judging by the lack of parking spaces.

"Over there! Over there!" My passenger spotted a vacant space. "Fuck! Too late."

"Hey, I'm only dropping you off. Remember?"

"Honestly... babe. You look fab." Bob was scanning the car park as he spoke.

"There! Beside the guy that's just parked up."

I pulled up alongside the guy that had just parked up. "Oh! Fuck!" It was rampant Raymundo.

"Hey! It's Raymundo!" Bob's chum Ray was exiting his vehicle. He hadn't noticed Bob as his eyes were transfixed on my legs. The passenger window slid down. "Oy oy! You ogling my bird's legs?" Bob sounded menacing.

Ray appeared startled until he recognized his pal. "Bobby!" He bent down to peer through Bobby's window. "And who is this pretty lady?"

I could feel my tremors begin again, making an assault over my whole body.

"This my friend, is Michelle. Michelle, this is Ray." Bob unbuckled his seatbelt and pushed Ray back when he opened the door. I pressed the switch to raise the passenger window.

"She's just dropping me off."

"No, no, no. C'mon, Michelle!" Ray wasn't having it. He walked around the back of the car, he appeared at my door.

Yes, I could have locked my door, but I wasn't to know that Ray would pull the door open. Raymundo was on the rampage.

"Out, girl!" Ray held the door open. "C'mon out!"

I had been in the Coach House Inn around seven years ago, in male mode, and always thought it had an ambience that would suit Michelle. I never did, but I had a feeling that that was about to change.

I did have a throat like a camel's ass-hole and the thought of a refreshing soft drink was lip-smackingly tempting. I was relieved to find my shakes had vanished.

Ray was making it apparent that he was holding the door until I got out. I gathered up my bag, and with the aid of the vanity mirror, gave my teeth a rub with my finger, to remove the exuberance from my last lippy application. I made my exit with my head down. I couldn't look Ray in the eye, but I knew I was under close scrutiny.

"Where did you find this one, buddy?" Ray addressed, Bob as he swung the door closed.

Bob laughed. "One in a million my friend. One in a million." He continued laughing.

"Yes, I certainly am." I thought as I locked the car up. I took Bob's arm as we walked towards the pub. Ray followed close behind me. "I think he fancies me!" I confided in Bob's ear.

"D'ya think!" My Bob was in high spirits. After all, he had consumed three cans of Stella Artois and had his balls emptied. He continued laughing.

"Do you think what?" Ray was feeling left out. "And what's so funny?"

The lounge bar was surprisingly quiet. I overheard the barman tell Bob that the church next door had something on and that it was a shared car park.

"Get them in Bobby!" Ray wrapped his arm around my waist and escorted me to a corner alcove. "We'll grab a seat."

"Sparkly water for you, Meesh?" Bob knew the score. I was driving.

Ray plonked me down on a double bench seat, out of sight of the bar. He sat down beside me and ushered me to the other end of the seat. "Now this is cosy." The boy wasn't shy.

"So, how long have you known Bob, Michelle?"

I still hadn't had any eye contact with Ray, my hair helped hide my profile. I was more concerned that my voice might let me down, with untold consequences.

I croaked quietly "A few years." I wasn't comfortable in my coat and decided to remove it. I got to my feet and looked over the alcove partition. I could see the top of Bob's head, he appeared to be talking with someone at the bar.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have amazing legs?" I took his chauvinistic observational question to be reciprocal. I straightened my dress and sat back down beside the rampant one.

"It's just that, I've never seen you before. I think I would have remembered!" I let Ray prattle on. "I thought I knew all his gals!" He placed his hand on my leg just below the hem of my dress. In hindsight, I should have rejected his bold advances. But I didn't. I was actually thinking of taking him out to the carpark and blowing him.

I could hear Bob's laugh approaching from behind me. Ray removed his hand from my thigh just as he came into view. "Hey, guys! Look who I just met at the bar!"

"Hi...ya!" A head appeared from around the corner. She made me after 'hi'. The 'ya' was an afterthought.

I refrained from delivering my Bogey impersonation. "Of all the bars, and all the gin joints..."

To say Linda was overwhelmed with the shock of seeing me with Rampant Raymundo would be a gross understatement. I thought her legs were about to buckle. I looked at Bob and expressed with my face 'Why the fuck did you bring THEM over!'

Both girls looked stunning in their tight jeans. Linda was wearing her red leather blouson jacket over a pristine white blouse, unbuttoned enough to show off a jaw-dropping cleavage. Her companion Judy wore a three-quarter-length leather jacket, over a red silk blouse open enough to display an ample bosom.

"Oh! The more the merrier." Ray removed a pint from Bob's tray and handed me my water.

Linda slid onto the adjacent seat opposite me. Judy sat by her side, straight across the table from Ray. Bob retrieved a stool from another alcove and sat at the end of the table.

"Cheers!" Bob raised his pint. His toast was acknowledged by all. "Ray... you've met Linda before, and this lovely lady is..." He looked at Linda to refresh his memory.

"This is my friend, Judy."

It's important to note that Judy has been a role model of mine for over thirty years. I base Michelle on an exclusive coven of females that I know, and Judy is one of them. She's blonde, like me. Attractive, like... modesty forbids. Nevertheless, I was appreciative of the dim lounge lighting.

There was a moment of silence while all five of us took a mouthful from our respective glasses.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your girlfriend's name." Judy threw in her tuppence worth.

"Michelle!" I was impressed that Ray remembered.

"Hi, Michelle." I smiled and nodded and mouthed 'hi' in reply. Judy was looking at me with an air of curiosity. "So you know Linda!" I couldn't believe that she hadn't recognized me.

It was over thirty years since Judy had been told by Linda's ex-partner that I dressed in women's clothes, She poo-pood it, thinking they were the words of a scorned partner. When Judy told Linda on a night out around ten years ago, they laughed at the very thought.

Linda and I have considered more recently, telling Judy about Michelle. We think she would 'get it'.

"Yeh! Michelle and I go back years! Must be... What? Over thirty years!" Linda looked at me for confirmation. I nodded and took another gulp of fizzy water. "I'm sure you two have met before." I almost choked on my mouthful.

This only meant for a higher level of scrutiny. Judy shook her head. "No! You would think I'd remember." She smiled at me and I smiled back.

Ray put his hand back on my thigh! I lifted it off, looked at his watch and reacted like Cinderella at five to midnight.

I gave out a high-pitched squeak. Picked up my coat and bag, and attempted to squeeze past Ray. My sudden compulsion to leave mystified everyone seated at the table.

"Was it something I said?" Ray moved just enough for me to slide by.

Bob got to his feet and gave me a reassuring wink. He gave me a hug before kissing me on both cheeks. "Don't be a stranger."

I turned to bid farewell with a girly wave just as Linda gulped down her drink. She slammed her empty glass down onto the wooden table-top.

"C'mon, Jude. Michelle can give us a lift. Save on a taxi. Would that be alright, Michelle?"

Judy looked bewildered as to the abruptness of Linda's sudden haste to leave. She rose from her seat and downed her wine, to join the leaving party.

I was already at the lounge bar door, while the other two girls were still hugging and kissing their goodbyes. I walked through to the lobby to be met by a young woman coming out of the Ladies' toilet. She held the door open for me to enter. I could smell the scent she had freshly applied seconds earlier. I smiled courteously and entered the PINK powder room.

I placed my bag between two sinks, freeing me, to put my coat on. I heard the girls and their giggles as they passed outside. I observed my every move in the large wall mirror, adjacent to the sinks.

"There she is!" Judy spotted me exiting the ladies' room. "Where are you parked?"

Linda had spotted the car and was making her own way towards it. "Come on you two, it's freezing.!"

Judy grabbed my arm and followed Linda. "She seems to know where your car is."

And so she should. It's half hers.

"Open the door, I'm freezing!" Linda was stamping her feet by the passenger door. I clicked my key fob to allow her entry. She claimed the front passenger seat, while Judy got in the back.

"Drop Judy off first." Linda thought I'd purged my girly outfits a year ago, and I sensed that she wasn't over-enthusiastic by the resurgence of my female persona.

Linda knew about my crossdressing before we got together. I 'came out' to her, and her partner during a threesome. She insisted on seeing me dressed and was blown away by the result. Since then she has bought me half a dozen wigs, shoes and make-up, and has been more than happy to share her wardrobe. Hence my slight disappointment at her present attitude.

I drove out into the open road and headed for Judy's home. I could see our backseat passenger in my rear-view mirror.

"Turn left at the..." Judy began to give me directions.

"It's OK. She knows where to go." Linda's interruption went without response. "Do you think we should tell her?"

"Yes, I think she should know." Judy thought the question was directed at her. "Your boyfriend Ray tried to slip me his tongue as we were leaving."

Linda laughed "No! Not you... HIM!" Her gender ambiguity was deliberate.

"Who?" Judy still wasn't getting it.

"Me!" I replied in my deepest baritone while peering into the mirror to observe Judy's reaction.

"What! Who! No... No way." She was scrutinizing my reflection in the rear-view mirror. With every headlight from an oncoming vehicle lighting me up, she finally sussed me. "Mathew?"

She shrieked a scream. "Oh, My God!" She continued to scream and giggle interspersed with expletives. "So all of Ritchie's accusations were true." Judy was referring to Linda's ex-partner's attempts to disparage my good name thirty years ago.

"Guilty as charged!" I looked over my shoulder briefly, and gave Judy a wink.

"He's good though, eh!" Encouraging words from my wife.

"Fuck! Yeh!" Judy was shaking her head in disbelief. "Fucking amazing!"

"What I want to know is... where does Raymondo fit in." Linda was curious as to why I was with Rampant Ray.

"I wasn't with Raymondo. I was with Bob." My brief explanation didn't pacify her curiosity.

"BOB! You were out with Bob?"

"Well no, not exactly. I gave him a lift to the pub." I omitted to tell her about our 'shenanigans' prior to his lift.

I hadn't allowed for my detour to Judy's and a quick glance at the fuel gauge told me that it would be advisable to fill up at the next petrol station.

It took Judy a few minutes to calm down from her bout of hysteria. "What I don't get is why you do it!"

"Because I can!" was my easiest uncomplicated answer. "It's a power thing. The power of the pussy."

I could see the neon BP sign in the distance, and as I approached there were a couple of cars in the forecourt. I drew up alongside one of the six fuel pumps. There were three guys inside the brightly lit kiosk and a middle-aged lady behind the till.

I checked myself in the vanity mirror for the umpteenth time that evening, before pressing the petrol cap release button.

"Would you like me to do it?" Linda was offering to do the fuel filling.

"No, you're fine. I'll manage." I was already halfway out of the car with the handbag in my clutches. "Does anyone require anything from the shop?" Michelle's huskiness had returned and I was back in the zone.

Judy laughed while Linda shrugged her head in resignation.

I could see Judy clearly through the rear door window. I gave her a cheeky smile as I inserted the hose nozzle. One of the guys was exiting the kiosk and making his way back to his BMW. I could see the back of a blonde female's head sitting in the passenger seat.

I estimated the guy to be in his mid-forties. Clean-shaven and smart in a navy suit, white shirt and tie. I guessed him to be some sort of salesman. We made eye contact briefly. My attention was interrupted when the fuel pump indicator reached the £20 mark. I replaced the fuel cap, closed the flap and returned the nozzle to its rightful place.

It did occur to me to struggle with the nozzle just to see if he would react, by offering his assistance, but he was already entering his car. I was back on the catwalk as I strutted my way past his vehicle. I glanced back and caught a glimpse of his blonde passenger through the windscreen. She was quite attractive if a little on the chubby side. His interior light began to fade just as we made eye contact again. I smiled and he grinned back. He took a while to start his engine and I felt his stare all the way to the automatic kiosk doors.

My passengers watched, bewildered by my blatant flirting. Judy was laughing while my wife shook her head. She had bore witness to this type of performance countless times over many years.

I entered the petrol station shop. The two guys that I'd spotted earlier were by the coffee machine engrossed in conversation. Both were dressed casually in blue jeans and looked to be thirty-ish. One wore a plain black T-shirt and the other a blue denim shirt. One wore spectacles, and the other didn't. As I approached the counter, their conversation ceased.

"Good evening dear." The lady behind the till smiled as she accepted the £20 note I had retrieved from my wallet from inside my handbag. "Is that everything?"

I mouthed the word 'toilet', and she pointed towards a small corridor by the side of the Costa Coffee machine.

"You'll need this." She handed me a key. I smiled in appreciation and walked towards the two young men that had been ogling me since I entered the shop. My open coat revealed my full body as I sauntered past them.

There was eye contact with the guy in the specs, while his double denim chum stared down at my legs. I smiled politely as I passed. The signs on the toilet door indicated that it was suitable for wheelchairs and baby changing. I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

It was brightly lit, clean and roomy, and had a large mirror above the sink. I placed my bag on the baby changing unit and took the opportunity to sort myself out under my dress. My bra straps needed pulling up and my cock and balls needed some fresh air. A pink false nail fell from inside my Lycra pants onto the tiled floor. "Ahh, there you are!"

Once everything was back in place I straightened my dress and took out my lippy, my perfume, and my hairbrush. I gave my lips and hair some attention and sprayed some more scent onto my neck and inner wrists. I gave a couple of squirts of Chanel under my dress for good measure before flushing the toilet. I ran the hot tap and replaced all of the items back inside the handbag. I was ready to face my audience once again. I stepped out of the toilet and locked the door behind me.

The young fellow in the specs was at the counter paying for his sundries. There appeared to be no sign of his denim buddy. I gave my best hip-swaying walk to return the key to the lady behind the till.

"Excuse me." I stepped in front of the young gent and handed the key back. He smiled obligingly.

"Have you had a good evening?" He peered over his glasses.

"Yes, thanks." Oh, if only he knew. I gave him a smile and sashayed towards the exit where his double-denim friend had been waiting. As I approached I could see his eyes were once again focused on my legs, visible under my open coat. As I walked passed he feigned a cough into his hand.

"Milf."

The automatic doors gave a swishing sound as they opened smoothly. I walked out into the forecourt where I could see Linda and Judy sitting patiently in the car. They had witnessed the whole spectacle. I entered my vehicle gracefully.

"You couldn't just pay for the fuel and leave." My wife was less than amused at my blatant display of brazen exhibitionism.

"I enjoyed it!" Judy giggled her appreciation of my performance.

"OK, next stop Judy's house." I started the car and gave my newest admirers a wave as I left the petrol station.

The conversation inside the car took the form of a QA session. I relayed a few of Linda and Michelle's exploits over the years while Judy listened open-jawed. Linda confirmed every yarn with a nod.

I was halfway through our Amsterdam city break adventure when I turned into Judy's street.

"Would you like to come in for a coffee?"

"No, but thanks, Jude. We'd best be getting home." My wife took it upon herself to answer for me.

"Yeh, Linda's right. And besides, there's the small factor of Billy's presence."

Where do I begin with Judy's husband Billy? (rhetorical)

I've known Billy for over forty years, long before he hitched up with Judy. Linda and I could not believe it when we heard of their union. He's a grossly overweight bigot with a massive drink problem. However, we do share an obsession to see his wife in bed with mine. Something they had done a long time ago, to appease Linda's previous partner.

Judy looked at her watch. "He won't be home for a couple of hours." She looked at Linda. "I've got a nice bottle of Faustino Rioja that I've been keeping for a special occasion. And I think tonight is a special occasion."

"I'd love a coffee." I looked at Linda.

"OK! OK!" Linda found it hard to resist a nice Rioja.

The house was in darkness as I drove into Judy's driveway. I parked up, and as far as the neighbours were concerned, three women got out of the car and walked up the path to her front door.

Once inside, I removed my coat and hung it on a freestanding coat stand in the hallway. Linda removed her jacket and placed it over my coat.

"Just go through. I'll get the wine and your coffee."

I followed Linda into the lounge and we sat down on the sofa.

"I thought you'd stopped with the cross-dressing!" There was a hint of disappointment in Linda's whisper.

"So did I! I just wondered if I could still pull it off. And apparently, I can."

"Huh! Apparently!"

"I went for a drive and met Bob by chance. He asked if I could give him a lift to the pub. And well... you know the rest."

"Are those my new tights?" Linda had noticed my leg covering.

"Yes, they are."

Linda shook her head and looked nonplussed.

"Nice room." I changed the subject.

"Hmm."

"It's awful quiet in here." Judy appeared with the wine and a corkscrew and a couple of wine glasses. "You can do the honours." She handed me the bottle and the tool to remove the cork. "I'll get your coffee. Put some music on."

Linda got up and went over to the CD player. A 'Whitesnake' disc was already inserted.

"That'll do." She pressed play.

I opened the wine and filled the two goblet glasses. I handed one to Linda. She took a mouthful and put the glass down onto a coaster on a nest of tables.

"Love Whitesnake!" Linda began dancing in the middle of the floor. "C'mon you! Shake that booty."

I joined Linda on the 'dancefloor'.

Judy returned with my coffee. "Go, girls!" She pulled a smaller table from the nest and placed my mug on it, and joined the dance. She shuffled up to me and shimmied her body down to a crouch, ruffling her blonde locks with her hands. We continued our dancing until the end of the track.

"Wow! That takes me back Jude." Linda's mood had lightened up.

Both girls took a sip of their wine and I took a mouthful of coffee. Whitesnake struck up 'Here I Go Again'. They put their glasses down, and we were away again.

"I love this song!" Linda shook her head and let her long brown hair swish through the air.

Linda and Judy were letting themselves go, and I was loving being one of the girls. Little wonder then, that we didn't notice Billy standing at the door. I say standing, the wall was holding him up. He was dressed casually, in a blue rugby top and joggers.

"Well hello, girls!" His speech was slurred. "Are we having a party?"

"Yes, we are!" Linda danced her way over to Billy and enticed him to join us. He took hold of her outstretched hands and floundered to the middle of the floor. I felt relieved that in his inebriated state, he hadn't made me.

The girls in jeans were no competition in the legs contest. Billy's eyes were fixed on mine.

"Nice pins, doll." There was no hiding Billy's class. "I don't think I know you."

"That's Matt's sister, Michelle." Judy covered for any resemblance that her man might notice.

"Hellooo, Michelle!" He raised his gaze and looked straight at my face. I presented him with a coy smile.

We danced around him like three flirting sirens until the end of the track. He was clearly out of breath and had to sit down to recover.

"Gonna get me a beer, Jude."

I wanted to tell him to get his own fucking beer, and going by Linda's stoic expression she was thinking the same.

"Why don't you just go to bed, Billy." It was clear that Judy was embarrassed by her husband's drunken stupor.

"What! With this party going on!" Billy was quite happy to be the 'only male' at the impromptu do.

Judy left the room to carry out Billy's demand. I sat down on a chair at the dining table in a dimly lit corner of the room, while Linda took it upon herself to act as DJ for the small social gathering.

Unbeknown to Linda, this was the second time I'd heard 'Smooth Operator' that evening. It occurred to me that she had gifted Bob that very CD to play during their illicit rendezvous.

"Good choice, Linda." Billy was happy with the change in the ambience. Linda remained on her feet and swayed her hips in front of her one-man audience. She knew that he had a thing for his wife's best friend and would love to fuck her. Her taunting dance had him firmly entranced. He gripped his groin as if to tell her, 'This is for you!'

We had often suspected that it was Billy's huge dick that attracted Judy to the bumbling oaf. It was legendary back in his school shower days. It was even rumoured that he could suck his own cock.

Judy returned and handed Billy a tin of Tennant's lager. "What is she like!" She was well-versed in Linda's teasing antics, and more than happy for her to be the centre of attention. She topped up her glass and shimmied over to the dining table. Her mischievous wink alerted me that she was up to something.

"Dance with me, Michelle." Judy's arms were outstretched as she pulled me to my feet just as the intro to 'No Ordinary Love' began. She clasped her hands behind my neck and swayed her hips in time to the captivating music. I clasped my hands around the back of her waist and imitated her slow seductive sway.

"Will you look at those two!" Billy looked past Linda. He'd noticed our slow seductive dance.

Linda turned her head and spotted her husband dressed in a little black dress being seduced by her best friend. She has been aware for years that I have wanted to fuck Judy, and if the opportunity ever arose we would invite her to join us in a threesome. After all, they did have previous, when it happened with Linda's ex-partner.

"Would you not be more comfortable out of those tight jeans, Jude?" I couldn't believe my ears, Billy was encouraging his wife to remove her jeans.

Judy smiled at Linda and began unbuckling her belt. "Well, Linda, what about you?"

"Why not!" Linda's reply took me by complete surprise. "On one condition, Billy. No touching."

Billy nodded in the affirmative. "OK, no touching."

The girls removed their jeans. Judy was wearing a black G-string that left nothing to the imagination. Linda had on a pair of black lace cami knickers.

Billy's face was a picture. He wriggled in his seat. He couldn't take his eyes off my wife's ass. He put his hands inside his jogging pants. "Is it OK if I touch myself?"

The girls laughed together. I was unsure how to react to Billy's request. I put my trust in the ladies, they appeared to have the bizarre situation under control. I afforded him a nervous smile.

I have to admit it. I was aroused watching my wife gyrate in front of Billy. He was like a tamed grizzly, that could at any time, turn and maul his keeper. His hands were occupied inside his joggers, stroking and rubbing the bulge that had manifested in his sweaty groin.

I've witnessed my wife's flirting for more than thirty years. Fuck, we're a couple as a result of it. It's the price I have to pay, married to a looker. In her younger day, she was a stunner, and now in her sixties, and with a few extra pounds, she's still able to turn the heads of guys half her age.

Right now she had Billy's full attention. She had unbuttoned a few more buttons on her blouse to reveal her black lace bra that was struggling to keep her 38Es under control in spite of her excessive jiggling.

Judy was aware of the effect Linda's impromptu dance routine was having on her husband. A couple of years ago she confided in Linda that she would have left him years ago. They laughed when she joked about hiring a hitman.

"Maybe he'll have a heart attack!" Judy whispered in my ear. "Fingers crossed, eh?" Her face was against mine and I had an uncontrollable compulsion to kiss her.

'Your Love Is King' was the soundtrack as our tongues passionately entwined. I felt her hand slide up under my dress. After a few failed attempts to get under the Lycra, she opted instead to rub my cock over my Lycra pants.

"Oh, Grandma! What a big clit you've got." We laughed into each other's open mouths.

Billy had a view of my back and failed to see me slip a finger inside his wife's cunt... The one with no false nail. I couldn't risk losing another one, up there. Judy gave out a quiet moan as I tickled her clit with my one digit. We continued to kiss, rub and tickle while our respective partner's attention was engaged in their own seductive shenanigans.

I admired Billy's resolve, considering the floor show. Linda had backed into him and was almost sitting on his lap. His wife was kissing and feeling me up... and he still showed great restraint.

While I was blind to the goings on behind my back, Judy could see them over my shoulder. "Uh-oh! Looks like Billy is about to free the beast."

This I had to see! I reluctantly removed my finger from Judy's moist hole to view the proceedings behind me. Linda was facing us and twerking her backside a few inches from Billy's face. She was oblivious as he raised his backside and pulled his joggers and shorts down to his knees, and in one fell swoop, he pulled my wife onto his naked lap.

"Billy!" Linda was not happy. She leapt up and turned to see a huge grin on Billy's face. He was holding what can only be described as a behemoth dick in his hand.

"What!" Billy appeared surprised at my wife's reluctance to carry on with her cock-teasing frolics. And who could blame him?

"I think we had better be going." Her indignance was obvious. She picked her jeans up off the floor and made her way to the downstairs toilet.

Billy shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'What got into her!'

If only he hadn't been a drunken obese slob, things might have been different. Linda would have been sucking his monster right now, but she does have her standards that even her high consumption of alcohol won't break down.

Judy gave her man a stern look as she put her jeans back on, while I avoided his eye contact.

I could see him in my peripheral view. He was still holding his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down its long thick shaft. He slurred what I made out to be, "What about you, doll?"

"Just put it away!" Judy sprung to my defence.

We met up with Linda in the hallway. She was putting on her jacket.

"Sorry about that." Judy apologized for her husband's crass behaviour.

Linda laughed. "I suppose I asked for it. I'm surprised it took him so long." All three of us had a giggle. "It looked like you two were... getting along." I remained silent.

"Yes, we were." Judy looked at me and smiled.

"Well, we must get together sometime soon. Just the three of us."

I tried hard not to show my over-enthusiasm when I nodded in the affirmative.

"Yeh! I look forward to that." Judy was well up for it.

We said our goodbyes to Judy and left her to deal with Billy.

I didn't know what to expect once we were inside our vehicle. I thought Linda might be a little frosty.

She began giggling, "Did you see the size of his cock!"