Her husband had been screwing her sister, and she'd just found out, it had been going on for a couple of years, she was really upset, after around twe...ty minutes she seemed to calm down a little, when my wife said she was going to the toilet, I had my arms around and she had her head on my shoulder, as my wife went upstairs, she turned her head and kissed me.To be honest I'd admired her from a far for a while because she was so pretty. We were kissing and I brushed her breast and she sighed, as. " Have a safe trip and let me know if you get her on tape."We left the system turned on and went to lunch.For the next two weeks every time I went into my pub, I drank a beer and checked the tape. The only people caught on tape were the cleaning crew that comes in Tuesday and Friday mornings and me.I didn't get home from Cleveland until 1am Friday morning due to a two hour flight delay. I spent Friday at the office. Friday night Karen and I had dinner with her parents and then attended a play.. I realized then that Elizabeth was more of a grown up like my parents then she was like a teenager. She was responsible and confident and seemed to always know what she wanted. We had a nice lunch together and I told her I was nervous and scared about having a baby. I told her I was very scared that it would hurt to have the baby. She reminded me that they have medicine to help with that. I told her how gross the morning sickness made me feel and how I felt so many physical changes. My. Feel me," she said, squirming a bit on my iap "Where?" "My . . . my boobs." "Where else?" "My behind." "Where else?" "Between my legs," she said, whispering now, looking away from me, "Do you let them feel your boobs?" "Sometimes," she gulped. "Why?" "I . . . it . . . feels nice . . . sometimes," she said, her voice quavering a little, "Do you touch them anywhere?" "So . . . sometimes," she breathed, "Where?" "They . . . their . . . cocks," she gulped, her eyes widening, as though.