I then realized that my not cumming promise; is at Brett’s place. Technically I could orgasm in my own car. Just as I was looking for some tissues i... the glove box I witnessed Agness lowering her head toward Brett’s lap. Her long flowing hair prevented my seeing the actual act. All I needed was to watch Brett’s face. I sat there masturbating to the thought of what my wife was doing as I looked at this man’s face. His head was back on the back of the seat. His eyes were closed, not shut, as if. I had the room I know, but why I invited them to stay I just don't know. Then I was really surprised to hear Sheila accepting my offer.This was all very weird when you come to think about it. You might have gathered that it was completely out of character for me to have even offered. Looking back now, it was pretty weird for Sheila to accept the offer of accommodation from someone who was really a complete stranger to her.The day got even weirder as all four of us piled into my car and I. " She says silkily. She presses her hands against my chest and kisses the hallow of my throat. I curl my arms around her waist, and place my hands on her ass and squeeze slightly. I feel her sharp intake of breath against my throat. She pulls back, her eyes wanting. "Follow me." She turns and starts up the stairs. I quickly follow. *Part 3*'Shit.' "We don't need protection do we?" I ask as she leads me up the hall. She turns her head and smiles at me. "No, I've got that covered." I smile.. The days and nights were long, and family time was sometimes hard to get on a consistent basis.I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, frowning, thinking. I was still there when Gretchen came in a little later. She sat down next to me and reached out for my hand."You look like you've been thinking," Gretchen said, her eyes twinkling. "Haven't you done your share of that today?"I rolled over on my side and shook my head. "No. I've only just really started thinking." Well, that sounds.