I can’t tell if her expression is fear, or shame, or deep despair.“That’s why I came here,” she says. “To warn you. And to ask you, pleas..., if he does anything, don’t call the police. They will lock him up again, with all those perverts, and it will be the end for him. My poor Colin.”Now she is really crying, sobbing, her face buried in her hands.I really can’t stop myself. I go to her and now she is in my arms. I am hugging her to my breast while I stroke her sweet head, wanting to. You're not to hang around our housein panties." I understand," Michael replied in response to her orders, feelingashamed of himself as his stomach wrenched."Now, get going." Okay." And Michael..." Yes." I love you." Love you too," Michael replied, feeling momentarily better abouthimself before he hung up. He grabbed his purse and stepped out of thebathroom, hearing his heels' click the entire time.He shuddered to think what his wife thought of the sound while he bentdown before their bedroom. She was now gripping the bed sheets, her head was hanging lower as I wedged my tongue in her ass, swirled it around and around and around, before pumping it back and forth over and over, I was tongue fucking my mother in laws asshole, and by the way she was groaning and breathing, she was loving it."Oh yes Tom! oh yes Tom! oh yes Tom!" she kept muttering "Don't stop! don't stop!"Her hand was now wedged between her open legs, and I could see her rubbing her soft inviting mound, but she wanted. "That was unbelievable" I told Jane. "Oh my God! I didn’t think you were going to go for it." "I couldn’t believe that you suggested it." "We’ve been talking about it forever, I just thought that it was about time one of us did something about it." "I’m glad it was you…" I gave Jane a kiss goodnight. "Going to sleep already" she asked me snuggling a little closer on the bed. "Oh my God! You’re ready for more?" I asked her. "Absolutely!" "Well, I’m drained… if you want, you can wake me up.