I could see my MIL looking at my privates. I was very sensual for me. I repositioned often and she intently watched as I avoided her eyes so that she ...ould look. Later on after the funeral I was holding her as we stood side by side and I let my hand slip down onto her bum, rubbed it and kept it there. She did nothing to remove it and kept holding onto me. Over the next few weeks we would watch tv together as my wife retired to the basement for her computer and crafts. I would sit across from. I told them she was out and wouldn't be bothering us. I sensed disappointment in them about my answer. Our little group ended up being seven of us. And we started sipping cold ones and talking smack, there was the normal Ford verses Chevrolet debate. I'm a Chevy guy so I joined in and soon we where loud and carrying on like men do. About half way through the race my wife came home, she walked in the den to ask me to come in the kitchen to talk. The guys being a tad loose from the brews made. Spreading her legs so her knees are resting on each side of the towel I now have an amazing view of her wet and slippery pussy as she puts another blob of the lube directly on her clit, Kay picks up the dildo and starts to work the lube all over the length of the dildo while running it up and down the length of her pussy before again easing the tip into herself.
Again, she sighs but louder this time and slides at least 5 inches into herself before resting in that position for a few minutes. A hot cock. A throbbing cock. A leaking cock. Having a cock in my mouth should have been appalling: as well as the cock there was the salty, spermy, earthy tang which was making my saliva flow. It was shocking. But… But my mouth, my body was merely an extension of Justine’s will. She was making me do this, and Michael was desperate for me to do it. I bowed to Justine’s will. And gave Michael the blowjob he so desperately wanted. As a reward, Justine wanked my cock with unreserved.