I lowered the towel to her butt and rubbed it dry, my hard-on throbbing. I bent to dry the back of her legs and as I straightened up again she turned ...o face me.As I ran the towel over her knees and up her thighs I looked at her hairy pussy and then looked up to her face. Mum's eyes were watching mine and she smiled like a lover. I felt like I was goig to cum there and then. Standing again, I rubbed mum's hips and belly and up to her chest. It felt fantastic to dry her breasts and I took my. You have bigger problems than me!Okay, let's see blog note, eh?First of all, coming up with a synopsis for this story was a real pain, mostly because it isn't told in a traditional style. I began with first person narrative from Cindy's perspective and used flashbacks to tell the story. Those flashbacks became longer and longer until they actually became the story and the first person narrative fades away. How well that actually works, I'm not too sure. I'm actually typing this before writing. Tranquil waters? Rocks? Or maybe worse?Sue’s skirt was now rucked up around her waist and I could feel the tug as Jenny pulled my wife’s panties down and away, leaving her pussy now exposed and vulnerable to her best friend’s ministrations.I looked deep into Sue’s eyes.“Honey, is this what you want?”She didn’t give me an answer. But her eyes widened as a small moan came from the back of her throat. She broke our connection as she looked down at what was happening between her legs. Shaking with. " "Babe, I do it with Oliver all the time, you don't consider me to be cheating do you?" I asked. She said "No, but then I don't consider myself a dog's bitch either and you do. Its always been a turn on for me to watch you get fucked by him." My wife is seldom so blunt with words. Until the last few days, I could count on one hand the number of times she used the word bitch. She has not in the last three years called me that once, and now its been twice in twenty-four hours? It was a thrill.