Lucy stood up from her chair and wiped her eyes. Still wearing shorts and a tank top, she gulped down the rest of her morning coffee, pinned her hair ...p and started to tidy the cabin. Sarah had gone sometime in the night, and Lucy was left to do the cleaning-up.“Who is she cheating on me with?” she asked herself. “There is only one person I know that wears that perfume.” Lucy’s intuition was telling her that it had to be her sister Jamie. “I need to go and find out right now!” She picked up her. As she lathered herself I watched her hands flow over her smooth skin. My cock was jumping in my pants as she rubbed her hands over her tits. I wanted to take my clothes off and jump her right there. If it hadn’t been for this being a special night I would have. As I arrived at the club I was stunned to see that the parking lot was almost full. Wow, these guys really are excited to see my wife dance. I parked the car and went inside. We arranged the couch and chairs around a small home-made. “This is David. You sounded much better, yesterday. Have you recovered, or was that a false dawn?”“You always identify yourself. And it’s never Dave. I think I’ve recovered. It was only a cold.”“One of those things which they describe as, ‘it’s not fatal; you only wish it were.’”“Pretty much.”“I wondered if you think you’ll be recovered enough next Sunday to go out for another lunch. That was supposed to be an invitation; I’m sorry if it sounds so convoluted.”Recovered enough? She’d get up off. Jennifer came up flushed and gasping. I figured she was already dripping wet with lust."Timmy huh, you don't look much like a Timmy," he said, as he looked me up and down."I've taken to calling him Tiffany, I think it suits him better, don't you?" Jennifer giggled. Jack laughed, agreeing with her."Ya it sure does, Tiffany it is than. Come meet my friends baby doll and bring your bitch too," he told her, smirking at me. I blushed, trying to fight back tears and barely succeeding. We followed him.