The unmistakeable cry of sexual fulfilment reached the ears of the two grim figures in the living room. Neither had spoken or made a move, but now the... looked at each other in silent sympathy at the mutual knowledge of their partners’ activity. It ought not to have mattered to either of them, after all, wasn’t this exactly the game they both enjoyed playing? And yet….. ‘What the hell!’ Carol swiftly stood up, unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, reached behind and unfastened her bra, then. "The man's a fag." Just because he didn't hit on me doesn't mean he's..."Niko cut her off with a look. "No, I mean he's gay. For real. He told me not too long after college. He doesn't like women. He kept it a secret because of his career with the FBI." Then why were you so pissed when I told you he took care of me? And he doesn't work for the FBI anymore. He quit about a year after... that day."She could feel her brows drawing together tightly as she frowned at her husband."Yeah, I know. I'm. “OH NO! I mean ... we don’t have to be home until 8:00. I told Dee that we may stop on the way home and visit some friends. Do you and Derek need to go somewhere? If you do, we can walk home, or you could take us by there.”“Derek and I were going to my house and swim. If you and Kylie would like to join us, we’d be glad to have you. Derek could bring you back later, that is if you wouldn’t mind wearing one of my bikinis.”“REALLY?“Kylie, what do you want to do? Would your mom say anything if we. And even more fun to discuss it with his wife. The crude way she talked about their daughter was a massive turn on. The fact that she was supposed to be a nurturing, maternal source for their daughter, but instead thought of her as a walking, living, breathing fetish for her own fucking was very hot. Rhonda loved to wear her daughter's clothes while fucking. She loved smelling, and licking her panties after they'd been worn. She loved taking the big red dildo her daughter kept under her.