Hold me?”I held my arms out and took her into them and pulled her onto my lap. She fell asleep, then I leaned my head on hers and followed her right...there in my office chair.That was how Jessica found us. Me holding her mother, dried tear stains running down her cheeks. She left us there until she had her books in the kitchen, changed clothes, and stuck a lasagna in the oven.I heard the knock. A light tapping, just to get our attention. “Shit, I wish it had been you two. On the other hand, I’d. “I thought it was…..” “Maybe” my wife cuts me off, “but now you know you’re still holding my sister tits!” The imposter wife breathlessly ask, “Please sis don’t stop him. I sooooo horny now.”We’ve talked about spicing up our love life, being married for 7 years, but never acted on it. My hands remain holding my wife’s sisters firm boobs, unmoving. “Please Sis. Please.” I’m still looking at my wife for permission as she thinks. Eventually she smiles and says, “Her major fantasy is being r4ped.. I don't know, I'd have to say he was at peace. Something happened to him, something powerful, when he was thrashing around in that hospital bed. We thought he was going to tear himself up. The nurse, the orderlies, they had to strap him down, sedate him. Later that morning he was exhausted and angry that he couldn't move, but then he was at peace. His eyes ... they lost that haunted look." That is why he cannot kill. It would scar his soul horribly to be the warrior again. His struggles will. That’s what I want.” “I hope you know what you are letting yourself in for because I seem to remember you cried when I spanked you before? She certainly knew what she was going to be doing to him once his ass is across her lap. “Yes Mum, I trust you. It can hurt as much as you think it needs to. It’s to help me learn to behave better after all.” She thought, trust me huh? Well you can trust me all you like when you are crying your eyes out. She actually said though “Good, but now you are.