At a next station it got even busier, he got nearer, and then left his hand there, then he waited until people got off and then leaned into the side o... me and then he whispered "is that what I think it is?" F***! I was so embarrassed / humiliated and of course horny, and hardening, but obviously I couldn't, as I was very restricted, so it was painful, which seemed to make me hotter, wet and more embarrassed, what could I do, I was literally cornered by a 70+ old well built old guy who knew I. “Yes I am, I want to see my slut wife in real action,” he whispers hotly in my ear, nibbling it for emphasis, a sure sign he’s aroused. I remember it well, that night when we’d had a bit too much to drink. It had been our twelfth anniversary. I don’t know who’d initiated it, but we had started divulging secret sexual fantasies that we’d kept from each other, and we’d kept going. Many of them we’d explored together, in the privacy of our home, and it had brought a new spice to our marriage,. But more about that later.Anyway, we had to break formation when we got to the church doors, so my nudity became obvious to everyone in very short order. I heard some gasps and comments, and tried to ignore them. One of the ushers almost dropped her stack of programs at the sight of me. Pastor Bill greeted me with a warm handshake and some words of encouragement. He's a sweetie, very up-to-date, obviously.Daddy marched us down to our usual place in the pews, about halfway down on the right of. My mom parked her car in front of the house. I could tell she was nervous. To calm her down I held her hand and said, “We don’t have to do this.”“Yes we do,” she said before getting out of the car.As we stood on the porch mom rang the doorbell. While we waited for someone to answer I couldn’t help but think how normal this neighborhood looked. I wondered what the neighbors would think if they knew there was a pro incest support group happening on this idyllic suburban street.A man in his early.