I want to be with you tonight.Then I threw her into the bed and removed her saree. She was still feeling sinning. I wanted to remove this feeling from...her. For that, I had to show her how much happiness she would get when she was with me.Mom was in her blouse and petticoat in the bed waiting for men. I couldn’t resist. I jumped into her and kissed her lips. I opened her blouse and removed the bra. Then I started sucking her right boob and squeezing her left boob with my hand. I can tell that. I sat down and glanced around the room.I heard the click of high heels coming down the hall from the bedroom and suppressed my urge to jump up and look around. Marilyn had obviously been planning something. She said, “Welcome home, Lieutenant Buckman,” and then came around the corner into my view. She was carrying a glass of champagne in one hand and a bottle in the other. What really caught my eye, though, was what else she had on. Her outfit wasn’t a nightie, but something even more. As I walked in, she must have seen my reflection in the TV monitor, because without turning or breaking stride she said,"Hi John, I'm glad you decided to join me. I set up the other machine at a medium walk to start; just press the green button and start walking."I did what she said and soon I was walking at a comfortable pace. Every once in a while I would sneak a glance over at her. Her top was wet with sweat and clung to her shapely breasts. I felt myself beginning to get aroused and turned. 'Look, we can just do a trial if it means so much to you. A week with clothes and then we can decide what suits us best. Please, for my sake.'Reluctantly, everyone agreed. I couldn't help but notice that Molly seemed the saddest. She looked as if her heart had been broken. Or was it something else. Like guilt.I pulled her into my room as we headed from the kitchen after dinner.'Wha- Hey! What?'I closed the door behind us.'Did you tell dad?''What? No!''Really?''I swear! I didn't tell him that.