Isn't that odd, after being married six years, that I still feel so strongly about her? I love her so much, I stopped questioning why she never wanted...her family to meet me. Or was it ME to meet her family? Something in her past damaged her so badly she never spoke of them. Once, she slipped and mentioned she had a younger sister who also left her young mother's annoying beauty unscathed. She clammed up right after that and never explained.Finally, the end of the torturously slow day came.. “Dawn wants to say hello” he said so we had a quick chat. She sounded real so it was all good. Speaking with Andy we arranged a time to meet on Saturday at 10:30am for coffee.I was rock hard after talking to them and I masturbated several times as the days passed. Saturday morning I showered and dressed, deciding to tuck my stiffening cock in my underpants instead of getting myself off. I got to the cafe about 10 minutes early and Andy and Dawn were already there. I was keen and obviously they. ’ She waited, but not patiently. Her hand reached down under her skirt to feel her shaven pussy. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Closing her eyes, Vanessa leaned back and began to slowly tease her clit with a single finger, not allowing herself too much stimulation or too little. The four men entered to find her softly moaning to herself, nearly oblivious to the rest of the world. Her hand worked in a steady rhythm, and her eyes were closed. She could feel the power of her sexuality emanating. It was getting out of hand. “Amanda, get on your knees. Pete, stand in front of her. Amanda, reach up and grab the waistband and act like you are pulling them down.” James directed. I was uncomfortable but it was just acting. However, I was now facing the bulge in his pants and only inches away. James was snapping away from all over. “Okay, Pete, lay back one the couch. Amanda, give me a pose like you are going into kiss him from the side and grab that beautiful looking bulge in Pete’s briefs.”.