We arrived back home,and after my wife and sister had finished putting the world to rights,we were sitting having dinner.The meal was fantastic,and th... wine was flowing,the two of them chatted away,i seemed to be left alone,only brought in on conversation when needed.The worse of this was the fact that her sister kept putting her hand under the table,and squeezing my crotch,and my wife was doing the same on other times.Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was. I saw her at one time bend over in front of 2 mates and gave them a full view of her holes as she took her panties off. As the night went on she kept teasing and for sure was getting wet as we were horny. I excused myself to the bathroom knowing she would use this time to her advantage and that's fine with me, Its what we do.I stood in the hall way corner watching as she walked out again and stood in front of the lads once again. This time bent over once again to refill the chips as she did one. He sat outside in the dark looking up at the lights that were on in her window, wondering if she was thinking of him. He wished he had the nerve to go up there but he knew she didn’t want to see him. He couldn’t understand this need he felt to see her, to be with her. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt before. She was so unique. She made him feel special when he was around her. He sounded like a teenage boy with a crush. Disgusted, he started the car and pulled away, refusing to look back. “Amelia asked you to leave her and my other Wife alone,” Greg said in a smooth cultured voice as he turned to look at the man. “DO SO!” he added in a voice with more of an edge to it.“And what will you do if I don’t, Grandpa? Turn me into a pink frog by Magic?” the drunken man demanded snottily. Greg had risen to his feet by now, and several waiters had appeared down the aisle between the tables, but they stopped on seeing Greg rise from his seat.“You said the right word ‘Magic’ because as a.