He just hung his head, looking like a sad puppy. There were a couple of other boys sitting on the tables with him—not sure where they came from. Aft...r about an hour the rain had picked up some, coming down now in a steady shower. I decided it was time to pack it in. I hollared at Dustin to come hop on the back with me, and we would make one run through the deepest trench—just enough to get him dirty. He was thrilled.We all packed up, and headed back to the skate park, where we could rinse off. He responded by pressing his hardening shaft against her smooth, firm cheeks, his hand sliding down to cup her large, firm breast, his fingers scissoring her nipple as it stiffened in arousal. She reached behind, wrapping her slender fingers around his hard penis. He groaned into her neck, his free hand slipping down to the thong she wore, pulling the thin strand of material from between her cheeks. Feeling the material move to one side she pulled his hardness to her tight opening, lifting her. I was going over the invite list for the Christmas party at the home computer, when Vonda called from the bedroom."Master, I have something to show you."I looked up from the list. "Okay."In she walked, topless, but wearing a pair of blue jeans.I could have started yelling at her right then, but I decided to give her a chance to explain herself. "What did you want to show me," I asked in a dead calm voice.Vonda swallowed nervously, then started. "These may look like regular jeans, but they are. ’ ‘She did?’ his wife asked. Greg nodded. ‘Yeah, she sure did,’ he continued. ‘Thing was, everybody but Uncle John knew it, I think. I can even remember my Mom commenting on it.’ ‘Didn’t that bother your Aunt Marian?’ Abby asked. ‘How did she like it that a girl had such an obvious crush on her husband?’ ‘You had to know Aunt Marian and Uncle John,’ Greg said. ‘Neither of them ever doubted the other. Actually, Aunt Marian treated Gail the same way she treated me.’ He smiled and shook his head..