But Wil's brother hadone thing we didn't have - girlie magazines! He kept them hidden in theattic of their garage where Wil's parents weren't likely t... find them.Wil and I had wondered why he was spending so much time up in the atticso one Saturday we went up to the attic and spent most of the morningsearching through the dust, and old furniture, and old clothes and tools- and just generally the junk that accumulates in an attic. Finally, justas we were about to quit for lunch, Wil was. I pulled her to me and her left hand gently grasped my hard cock. She stroked it lovingly.Now what do you have in mind, she asked.I'd like to show you just how much I love you, I told her.You mean... But we can't. That would be wrong.C'mon, Mom. We're both adults and we love each other. You always taught me that this is something that is only for people who love each other and I don't love anyone as much as I love you. She seemed to melt in my arms when I said that.I pulled her close and began. He pulled a t-shirt over her head, and laid her back on her side. "Fuck man, that got me so horny," I told him. "No k**ding," he replied, "seeing your wife, and now seeing you see my wife has got me so worked up. Maybe you should go to your room with your wife now for a fuck. I need to jerk off." Oh no chance of that," I explained. "My wife won't let me touch her if she is drunk, says she can't cum after drinking". "Damn, he said, well clearly I'm not getting any tonight either. But I need to. He served round after round whileguests had their salad, macaroni, and then the main course before beingcalled in with the other cocktail waitresses."Ok ladies, everything is going wonderfully. Now go change into yourevening gowns and then I'll provide you with your assignments," said MissAdams. "Be back here in exactly ten minutes, and not a moment more!"Ginny grabbed Mike, dragging him back down the hall, where they both foundtheir gowns with their names on them."Does she think I'm Tootsie!".