Bob began allowing his hands to creep beneath her skirt over the tops of her stockings, feeling her garters. He looked into her eyes – gauging her ...eaction. She merely smiled mischievously. Up and up his hands went….as though searching for something…but, that something was never found. He bent down to her and whispered in her ear, “You’re not wearing any panties.” She giggled and whispered back, “Would you like me to leave and put some on?” The flick of his fingers across her tender and. The wife made a joke about it and the husband kind of brushed over it and moved the conversation on.I rang the husband to get the details of the masseuse, to check if he did remedial and to ask if he was any good. He said the guy was flexible, which at the time I thought meant his hours and ability to do home visits. He said remedial was on offer but that they ended up getting something different. Our friends are quite private so I knew not to probe any further.After reflecting on that call. We kissed , we fucked it was so good. Before she cummed i quited. I said promise me you are mine forever otherwise i won't finish u. She promised me she would always be my slut.Then we cummed at the same moment. A big 'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' from her side and a explosion of cum in her pussy from my side.She started buying the pill for me so we could go on fucking without getting pregnant. for 2 years long we did it every night. Anal , oral... Everything we did. It was our brother and sister secret. "How was that?" It was great, what happened?" That, my dear, was your first orgasm.With that, Vicky yelled, "cut, let's take a twenty minute break." Only then did I remember what we were really doing. "You were great, Jonnie. You're a natural. Now take a break, the fuck scene is next." With that she got off the bed, was handed a robe and left the stage.We came back after a short break. We climbed on the bed; positioned properly by a voice from the control room, we resumed the action. My mother.