"It's all your damn fault. According to the timetable, 'The Plan' should be in full effect. We should in divorce court right now with me being on my w...y to a somewhat prosperous single lifestyle. I also should be on the lookout for husband number 2"Now I was awake. "What the fuck are you talking about? What plan? You're out of your fucking mind. You're not making any sense." My voice was kicking up in both volume and pitch into that awful male version of whiny. It was rare I ever cussed at Katy. At this point she went to her underwear drawers and emptied them all out on to the floor and then collected her undies together and threw them all (bras, thongs, panties, socks & tights) then carried them all outside to my rubbish bin and when she came back indoors she asked me if I wanted her to keep her stockings, suspender belts and hold up stockings and I said yes because you may need them some day. She then asked me if there were any more rules and I told her that there was indeed and. Then, after talking for a little bit, he asked me if it would be okay if he took down his pants and showed me his cock. I told him that I’d like that, so he did. It was about six inches and thick. I reached out to touch it. It was so strange, but such a turn on. I had never felt another man’s cock in my hand before, but I liked the way it felt. I liked hearing him moan as I stroked it, and got it harder. We moved over to the bed, and he pulled my skirt up and moved my thong over so he could. 'THAT is a pretty impressive mic!' I thought, bringing a bit of a quiet chuckle to myself. Heather sat her phone on the bed next to her, stood and walked the few steps over to the changing table, where the webcam had made its new home. My daughter's incredible cleavage was staring me in the face, tits beckoning to be released from Heather's tight blouse and bra. I watched as two hands entered the frame and unbuttoned the top three buttons on her blouse, revealing a sexy satin and lace, demi.