I masturbabted in them thinking of sliding them from her feet and tickling her well cared for peds, or massaging them for her after a long day of shop...ing.Well anyhow, she told me she was out all day and had just come home. She smelled so good. Her perfume wafted through the room driving me nuts. She told me to sit and she would be back in a sec. She wanted to change.About the time she said that, the phone rang. She answered it and it was her girlfriend. She plopped down in the loveseat. But don't you get uppity with me," Zoë complained with a smile, "or I'll have to spank you." Hmm," Jeannie replied, still with her wide grin, "that's sounds divine, my dear... Hmm, please spank me... I am a bad, bad girl..."Again Jeannie erupted into laughter, followed by Zoë, who started hitting her twin sister's rear with mock severity, exciting Jeannie incredibly. Jeannie started moaning, between kisses. Zoë stopped the hitting, regaining her tenderness, feeling the grinding. It depends on a lot of things.”“Like what?”“Well, like how much she likes the guy, how well he helps excite her, and a bunch of mental things.”Thankfully the rest of the movie was more of the same but in different places. They never had intercourse. But we had our own problem.I realized that I had gotten aroused. I tried to hide it but my hard cock was not cooperating and Olivia noticed it. “It looks like you enjoyed the movie, Uncle Mark.” I hate being embarrassed. But I could not deny. Older people, younger people, whites, blacks. We went about our business.One day I came home early from the office. I opened the door of our apartment. She was usually home from her job by then. I heard sounds coming from the bedroom.I listened harder.Sex sounds. The bed creaking. A woman moaning or whimpering like a chipmunk. Ellen? With who? I started seething. But I snuck towards the bedroom. I stopped by the door.“Yes,” a woman was saying. “Oh, yes.” I knew it. I closed my eyes and clenched.