.. ah ... she was ... ”She either didn’t know the word for what we had been doing, or couldn’t bring herself to say it.“I don’t know what yo... are referring to,” I declared innocently. “Could you be a little more specific?”“Of course I can! You were standing right there --”“Here?” I asked as I moved to the spot where Audrey had been sucking my cock.“Yes! And that woman --”“My wife.”“Whoever that slut was -- she was right there on her knees.”“On her knees? Are you sure? Where was that?”“Right. .. and ever since you called and said you were coming for Spring Break I've had one very excited little girl asking me daily how long before you arrive."She glanced back at the sleeping child."She's pretty special." Yes, and she loves you too." I know she does ... and I'm so glad." Becky thought about the drawing in her purse."I know I can never take Abigail's place, but I'll try to be the best mom in the world."She felt tears starting.Bret looked at her."Becky ... this isn't about taking. He was coming up from behind, so their heads were closest to him. He could clearly see the soft curve of their pussies and he was astonished that his grandmother still shaved.“Eh, maybe you should put some clothes on?” he called out without coming closer.Laura turned onto her stomach. “Hi, honey. Does it bother you?”“Well, a bit, yes.”“We are family after all. Don’t be shy.”“Where’s Dad?”“Still at Fred’s place. They are having trouble with the tree, so he won’t be back any time soon.”“I saw. We've just started to talk through the ridiculously complex logistics that go along with something like this. The fact that I'm married with children will do nothing but make spending time with Bridget a tricky thing at best. This whole thing is a big step for me ... one I've never taken before ... to have an affair. Even though there won't be another man sticking his dick in me, I still have a husband. And regardless of what he's done to push me in this direction (at least half which is my own.