After dinner I helped with the cleanup and dishes…bringing both of us back to the old days and we laughed about it and how we would argue about who�...�s turn it was to was or dry. Finally, we sat down and Helen began to cry again. She told me how he had called her all kinds of name and said she was ugly. I felt like going out to find him and knocking the crap out of him. Granted she wasn’t a beauty queen, she was a little over weight…well, okay a lot over weight. She was about 5’ 4” and 180. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I raised my fingers to my mouth, sticking them as deep as my body would allow me, wetting them with my saliva before I was viciously shoving them back downwards into my pussy.I gasped loudly as I rubbed at my clit, my body began to get excited and my hips started to buck upwards the harder I rubbed, my other hand moving downwards and dipping into my tight pussy. I penetrated myself with my fingers, viciously stabbing them as deep as I could,. I always wait up for my wife when she is out and was expecting her around 11:00. She didn’t get home until about 12:30. Our garage is a two car under, which means that when I look out the f****y room I look down into our driveway. When my wife got home, I heard the car pull up and the flood lights came on. It wasn’t Sheila driving but Jeff, the husband of Lisa who was hosting the party. They sat in the driveway for a several minutes, apparently talking. I then watched as my wife leaned back. She was his goddaughter, my mom’s sister’s eldest daughter. She was a senior at Penn. Her sister Alice hated my brother Thomas with a passion. He was an annoying little shit. As I turned the corner, I saw Stacy asleep on the couch in the den, facing the back of the couch. Alice was passed out on the other, remote on the floor from where her hand lay. “Long drive, huh?” I said.“Yeah, Stacy’s driving now. She drove up here with Alice.”“Really? Tough. That’s like five hours from here.”“Yeah. You.