Almost apologetically, I quickly looked up to meet her eyes, and saw she was grinning. ‘Busted!’ she said. I smiled: ‘It’s… hard… not to l...ok.’ She turned her delightul ass to me, and almost skipped down the hall. Then I heard, as the bedroom door opened ‘Well – get over here then.’ I half-expected to find her on the bed with the sheet over her as I walked into the room. But, no. She was standing just beyond the doorway, with her top off, admiring herself in the mirror. ‘You look good, but you. Laurie sighed as she sat down on the edge of Iris's bed."I think that there might be something wrong with dad."Iris fought down the instant queasiness in her stomach and strove for a calm strong tone of voice. "I'm almost certain that if it was that serious, then he would have said something to us by now." Although she was painfully aware of the veiled hints that he had been dropping lately.She realised that it had worked though, when she saw the sag in her sister's tense shoulders, and Laurie. While talking, they each took turns at spreading their legs out wide while sitting and also at unhooking their tops while lying down. This would make a nice visual for their husbands if they were watching.Pamela raised her Pina Colada and proposed a toast.“To Sheila, the woman who taught us to train our husbands for amazing orgasms every day and for organizing our first annual event.”Sheila nodded in recognition and took a sip. “I also propose a toast and say thank you to each of you for. “Well, at least part of the plan worked — Highbottom will swear up and down that he gave real diamonds to the biker. And the Meriwethers trust Highbottom.”Matt nodded, “And Hoffstatter will go to the grave believing that the Meriwethers fucked him over. Mutual distrust.”“Too bad it can’t be mutually assured destruction. But they still need each other.”“Yeah. And White Patriots Day is getting closer — two months away. So the diamond fiasco might even help to move things along.”“Like pushing.