Sandra looked at her daughter and then to me and then back to our Jilly, an odd and lusty smile on her face as she answered, "That's right and maybe I...might be letting a certain naughty teenage girl eat my pussy too!" She paused and they both looked up at me before she continued, "If that would be alright with you, John."I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry and my cock pulsing near the point of ejaculating as I envisioned my wife and daughter locked in an i****tuous sixty-nine, tongues delving. I reached my hand around and squeezed her ass and she moaned. She pushed me onto the table, the tea flying onto the floor with an irreversible crash. She lifted up my shirt and began sucking my nipples as I squeezed her breasts lovingly. She moved down and yanked my pants off quickly. She realized I had been wearing no panties and moved her fingers towards my throbbing pussy and hot cunt. I was already so wet I couldn't believe it. She pushed two fingers into my pussy and began thrusting them. She also seemed to sense that I'd been kind of secretly hoping it was the flu and that I'd grow tits. I guess I was, but I'm also glad it wasn't the flu. Talk about mixed feelings.January 13, 09Mary and I had a joint session again. Doc seems to be convinced that I need to get breasts to be happy. Mary surprised me; she seemed to agree with Dr. T. We're happy, mostly, but our sex life is weak again. Any more, the stories seem to be more frustrating than exciting. It's like the more. Even the irritation worked to my advantage. She finished her phone call and almost immediately went for another sip and I went for another pill.Again she swallowed. Again she coughed. She cleared her throat."Excuse me," she said, getting up and going to the water cooler."No problem," said I with suppressed glee as she tossed her head back and then froze. I dropped the last two pills into her throat and then indulged myself a bit, grabbing hold of her ass. Damn but it was nice--full and firm. I.