“Not at all. I can feel everything, even the scars. Go ahead Mike. See if I can feel your finger on the scar.” At this point, I knew that Rach...lle wanted to fuck Mike. The thought raced through my mind. “What the hell have I done?” I said to myself.Mike glanced at me. I nodded in approval, not sure what I was going to think with his hand on my wife’s breasts. He very gently began to run a finger over her right nipple. She shuddered and giggled at his light touch. Rachelle has always. God! They smelled like truly hot twat! Suddenly the door flew open & there stood mom, looking at me, her face beet red. She smiled a strangely tense smile, took her magazine from my nerveless fingers, & left the bathroom. My dick was still hard & I'd liked the long, long look my mom had given it. I stroked myself to a very quick cum. About an hour later Mom called out to tell me dinner was ready, Nervously I went down, sat down & ate. Not a word of the incident was mentioned throughout dinner.. He looked at my drink, You want a splash? I asked. He held his glass toward me, I topped him off with about an ounce and a half of J.T.S. Brown, we clicked glasses and I recited one of my toasts, Heres to those that wish us well and all the rest can go to hell, we drank. The girls seemed to have settled into their clubhouse for the day so I flipped on the TV, maybe a game to entertain, no such luck, so we were left to do something guys aint so great at, conversation. Unless of course its about. She was actually quite a master of cock sucking but she wouldn't hear it from her father in law. I grabbed the nightshirt she was wearing and yanked it off over her head."Shit you ain't very good at that for a damn slut," I said trying to hold back a moan as I latched onto her tits and fondled them wildly. Not wanting to give the bitch the satisfaction of swallowing my cum I yanked my cock reluctantly from her mouth. Her eyes bugged out of her head in surprise as she lunged forward trying in.