“What’s the matter? Old man not giving it to ya?” I say. She’s pretty hot by this time, so I reach down and yank open her sk...rt and pull her lacy black panties down. She doesn’t object! She’s gasping like a pig in heat, going, “Fuck me, fuck me. My husband never touches me anymore. Oh, stick it in me. Ram my pussy,” and some other trashy bullshit I forget. “Easy, you old cow,” I snarl, and thrust three fingers into. The bra was a thin filmy thing, designed for appearance and not support. The panties were matching and were barely even there with a thin layer of cloth. The fabric was obviously darker and wetter towards her center. I was wrong about one thing, she was not wearing pantyhose. The dark thigh high nylons she had on still looked great. I knelt down and carefully rolled them off of her firm thighs and down her calves, first one then the other. I kissed the top of her right foot before I stood up. The dynamic around the house began to change as well. My wife found that she really wanted to take Britni as her young, ‘daughter’ and spend a lot of time with her. Britni was to always refer to my wife as ‘Mommy’, not matter where they were or who was possibly listening. They would spend hours shopping, going out, lunches, etc., as well as a great deal of time together in our playroom in the basement. I was fine with that because we never would have had the experiences with these two beauties,. “Ah, I think you missed a few bits where you were rolling me around the bed and pulling me into strange positions, but you got the main events.”“Yeah,” I responded. “You two were still going at it when we went to sleep!”“Heh! We won!” Mel said, smiling at Jake and poking her tongue out at Sue.“Oh, I don't think so, Mel,” Sue shot back. “It is about quality, not quantity, although I think we probably actually won on both!”“Says you,” replied Mel, grinning. “We will agree to differ.”“Swim?” Sue.