She wasobviously rubbing that little pink gem between her legs.I got an immediate hard-on at merely picturing her wetcunt being fucked by her fingers&...8230; I jumped off thesofa, and yanked the cover back. She seemed unconcernedbecause she was still fingering her hole. But now shewas breathing heavily. She looked up at me with hoodedeyes and said, “I hope this doesn’t freak you out.”Noticing my prominent hard-on she added, “Um… I thinkit doesn’t.”I let. "Do you mean my cunt darling?"I want him to talk dirty to me, fucking hell, I need him to use filthy language to me, he's going to talk about my cunt!His eyes light up at my use of that word, he's only ever used it with his school friends as they snigger at the dirty pictures they've taken from their daddies magazines."Ooh mummy" he laughs, "That's rude" No it isn't darling, it's a nice word, I like it!" Can I say it mummy?" Of course darling, after all, every woman and girl's got one you know". He could still remember it himself, like it had just happened yesterday."I had a good view of the two of you, her sitting there and you standing in front of her with yourself exposed right in front of her face. I'll tell you, sir, I got a hardon just watching what happened next." Jessie shifted in his seat as his cock got hard relating the story to Carl. The front of his robe began to tent as he talked. He noticed that Carl had seen it as well."Good!" he thought."I watched as you let your wife. ”“We should probably get some breakfast so we can head back to Indy,” Jessica said. “I have to be at work at 8:00am tomorrow morning. You guys are OK with being there while I’m working?”“I plan to work tomorrow,” I said. “And Kara has a new hobby!”“Besides us?” Jessica teased.“Yes!” Kara giggled. “Counted cross-stitch. Cindi used to do it when she lived here and I found it fascinating. I’m just learning, so it takes me a lot longer to do it than it does Cindi.”“What are you stitching?”“Right.