Really hard." "Icouldn't help it. All of her tits were showing." "I know. Don't worry. I'm not mad." "Are you wet", I asked. "Ohh yes... I can feel my...wetnesson my thighs."Looking down, I saw that my wife's dress was riding high on her crossedlegs exposing a lot of thigh. I couldn't see her panties, but wondered ifthe two men on the couch across from us could. They were both looking Gailover, and they had a better vantage point to see up her dress. I guessedthat they might be looking at my. What the fuck! Had our fight gotten Mom so worked up she was oozing juice?She saw what I was looking at and leered at me. “You filthy little deviate! Don’t you dare get any ideas!” I made one last attempt to regain some form of control by offering to help her up, and when she was back on her feet she came at me again and scratched me across the face! Now I’ve gotta say I wasn’t proud of what I did next, but I just wasn’t going to take any more of this, so I went at her. I was on her in a second. If someone wants to play with you and you’re not sure, then come and find me and we’ll talk first. Ok?” Missa’s flushed face nodded silently up at Alice . “Missa, if I can’t hear you, I don’t understand, did you understand my directions?” Alice ’s tone was soft yet conveyed to Missa that verbal communication was not negotiable. Missa blushed a bit harder, and spoke breathlessly, “Yes, Mommy.” “Good.” Alice spoke in an upbeat voice as she stroked Missa’s hair and turned to. During this time, we began planning a shopping trip to Woodfield Mall (near where she lived) to find her some boots, my treat of course. At one point during our conversations she mentioned a leather mini-skirt she owned and that it was "fun". I remarked to her that it was probably a little much for a day time shopping trip and she concurred but said while that was off the menu stockings and no panties quite likely were.Finally the day arrived, and I drove to her apt to pick her up. When she.