Glancing down at my throbbing cock she smiled and, looking me straight in the eyes, she blew me a sultry kiss, a gesture of blatant invitation. With t...e same deliberateness that had characterised her actions since she had stolen control of the evening, she slipped one hand into her panties, through the dark forest of her abundant pubic hair and between her legs into the hidden depths of her vulva. The fires of my lust were now completely out of control and if I had so much as touched my cock I. .. to our family!Denial-Ok it is not that serious, obviously a mistake, an error of some sort. Maybe it is her sister, photoshop, a joke, some type of prank. I can only recall our good times. Were they ever real? Or is this an unconscious attempt by my mind to protect me from the pain of loss?Anger-We are told Anger is a common response when faced with significant decisions in which a person has little or no perceived input and will have a potentially negative effect. These circumstances often. He’s a great guy but a lousy dancer. Betty is dancing very close to me. She’s not you but I can tell she still has a great figure under that dress. She gives me a naughty smile as her thigh brushes my crotch again!She looks over at you and Rich. Rich’s hand was low on your hip. Betty looks back to me and says jokingly, “You better be careful. Looks like Rich is trying to feel up your wife. You may be called to defend her honor.” I retorted that you can take care of yourself and also, I just get. “I’m so horny… I really don't want you wearing panties when you get here”.When I opened the door, there wasn’t even a hello. I grabbed her, kissing her passionately while running my hand up the back of her skirt.She had done as I had asked. My fingers pressed against her bare ass and then ran around the front to the thin strip of bush that covered her pussy. She was already moist, ready for me. Our lips hardly parted on our way to the bedroom. Garment by garment, our clothes fell to the floor..