One long weekend, my wife had to travel out of town for her job. She's an event organizer and had a corporate event to do. She was taking her mother w...th her as she would help out from time to time with the business. She would be leaving on that Friday and coming back on Sunday evening. A myriad of possibilites swam around my head concerning my two gorgeous sisters-in-law. We would have the house all to ourselves for a couple of days and I was already salivating at all the sex to be had for. I introduced my self. They asked me why i was alone; i told i am always like that as i don’t have any friends. They told they were new in bangalore, very recently they had shifted from delhi. I too asked about them casually, why they r only two and wht other family members are doing. She told her husband had died long back and her son was working in usa. Though they were from bangalore, they were settled in delhi and recently her son got transferred to bangalore so they came here. And now he. She could see my reaction and she smiled.She moved to the edge of the bed and gestured for me to get closer to her. I did. She didn’t use her hands. She simply rubbed her cheeks against me through the clingy pants. Other than Sarah grabbing me earlier, I had no idea how direct contact would feel. It was different, yet amazing.Greta nudged at the shirt, so I took it off.She looked up at me. Her expression was determined, almost feral. Then she leaned into me, pressing her face to my abs. I felt. I won't rush you like a bat out of hell." "Meatloaf?" No thank you, I had Vienna sausages earlier. But enough talk about fine food, be honest, this conversation has you horny, doesn't it? Go on, my child, confession is good for the soul I hear."Mrs, Smithy covered her ears and began chanting in tongues. "Oh, please don't use that vile word!" Confession?" No, 'horny. The devil has horns, you wicked temptress." "He has a pitchfork too like Eddie Albert on 'Green Acres' but not even Billy Graham.