Oh well, suicide is always an option ... but I wasn't ready to give her the satisfaction ... yet.As I entered the back door leading into the kitchen I...set my briefcase on the table and noticed a note on the refrigerator door reading, "You can have yourself a cold beer and watch television or you can come upstairs, have yourself a hot wife and watch your fantasy come true!" My mouth hit the floor, "WHAT THE HELL?"I should tell you I have a fantasy of coming home and finding my wife masturbating. I'm so excited, I've never done anything like this before and I'm looking down at my uncle between my legs, watching his hand move slowly toward my naked pussy. I gasp loudly as his finger makes contact with my sensitive pussy, but neither of us could move now, no matter who walked in. Looking down at him slowly wanking his big cock as he gently runs his fingertips up n down my very wet slit, is making my legs tremble, but it feels amazing and I realise that I'm trying to press against his hand. She leaned her head against his shoulder, and her lips offered, were gently kissed.“This seems like a good place to watch,” Susan commented on the raised ground level. In front of them, about thirty yards away, several metal mesh benches separated by an overhead streetlamp lined the popular spot.“Would you like to sit at the table or lay on the blanket?” Dan asked her.“The blanket could be our bed,” she hinted, helping him spread the comforter flat. The two couples sat semi-prone then the girls. Wearing just the see-through bottom, and my heels, I began to dance to each guy in the crowd, watching them look at my tits or my snatch, or both. If I saw interest in a particular part, that is what I emphasized before moving to the next guy. During this number I deliberately stayed away from Shadow, although I kept peeking at him and grinning to be sure he knew this was all for him. When the music ended and the gang had quieted down again. I walked over to Shadow, kissed him hard with my.