Alice rolled her head toward her mother. “Ohhh thank you Mom.” she sighed.“What for?” asked Betty. “I didn’t do much.”“You let Uncle B...b do that for me. You could have stopped him.”“You’re welcome sweetheart.” said Betty.Bob’s knees hurt, and he had to move. He started pulling his cock out of her slowly, his cock shiny and milky looking. Both mother and daughter watched as the half hard penis vacated her well-fucked pussy.But When Bob pulled out of Alice, there was a long string of milky white. I slowly and tenderly slid my hand down to her lower back, feeling her body, just a fraction of an inch under the fabric. I pulled her into me as I pressed my manhood into her tummy and very slowly ground my hips to accentuate the action! My fingers found the narrow band of exposed flesh and rested there. My hands continued to gently caress her back and shoulders and neck. Her perfume was erotic and the warmth of her trim body held close to me was electrifying. I gently, but firmly pressed my. The idea of me becoming a hot wife became a regular topic of discussion with us during pillow talk. Just the thought of it led to increased passion during our lovemaking, though we had no plans to actually bring it to reality.I was coddled and protected for most of my life, first by my parents and then by my husband. My sexuality was limited and always guarded by others. My folks sent me to a Catholic all-girl school and I had not even dated or kissed another guy before I met Chuck. Then, I got. With a snap of his fingers, a waitress came to take his order."Two vodka" he said. " The best you have".Vodka, I thought to myself, that figures. What else would a Russian drink.My hand was laying on the table. He put his hand on top of mine and started pointing and jestering with his other hand."Why such beauty like you, work in dumped like this?"As first I thought he was joking but I could see the seriousness in his eyes."Why are you here then if it's such a dump" I answered, his question.