Don would always ignore her at first, and Anita loved that, being made to wait in that submissive pose, completely still and silent. Often it was her ...irst tranquil moment in days or even weeks, and she was grateful for it, happy to just be aware of her breathing as it began to slow and soften, and also aware of her mind, usually a whirlwind of anxious and angry thoughts, as it gradually settled until the only thing that needed to be done was wait.Maybe that was the best part. Or was it when. She leaned against the sink and put her hands up to her mouth, trying suppress her amusement.Well, if the play's a flop, I can go down on my hands and knees and give doggie fuck-acts, Kathy thought.Then she heard something pawing against her door."Come in. It's open," Kathy called as she threw the towel over her damp hair to give it a final rub-down. "I said come in," Kathy shouted. "Damn!" she mumbled under her breath and walked briskly to the door and threw it open."I said you could--ohhhh!". I lifted up my leg so he could take them all the way off. I spread my legs as wide as I could. This was all he needed. I was so wet he sunk two fingers in me at once. I let out a low moan. "Are you OK?" my husband asked me. He was looking at me. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."Here I was talking to my husband with my son's fingers in me. "How much farther until we stop?" I don't. She then drifted off to sleep. I too, drifted off to sleep, not wanting to disturb her, since she already had a wicked night.The next morning, we pretty much were in the same position, except her one hand was laying in my lap, and my hand, that was around her, was resting on her one boob. Thankfully she was still asleep, and I had a raging hard on, more like a piss hard. I gently moved her hand, so she wouldn’t think I was some pervert, and also moved my hand from her boob. She stirred a.