Kips hand rested briefly for a moment, before continuing to move upward and inward. From my seat next to the bed it didn’t look like his touch seem ...ough, but at the same time it didn’t look gentle either. I heard my wife gasp again as Kip’s hand slid between her legs, stroking the inside of her thigh, and against her dark purple satin panties. Kip was smiling as he continued his stroking, and rubbing of my wife’s pussy on top of her g-string. As I looked at his face, as he whispered to me; how. I like the way her hips respond to the fucking she’s getting, plus how she keeps her arms away from her breasts so we can see her whole torso as she does the blow bang. She’s quite attractive, blonde, and obviously older than the teenie bimbos I see in films like this. I like the shape and texture of her breasts, and ... well, they’re firm and given her age probably enhanced.”“Good analysis, Jon,” Pam said as she sidled up beside him for a kiss. “You’re always so analytical about everything,. I didn’t like the feeling much but I covered it up as I replied, ‘Come in, I’m Tom, Karla’s husband. She is running a little slow but should be ready in about twenty minutes. Can I get you something to drink?’ Devon shook his head as he sat in a chair, ‘No thank you. What I really wanted was to meet you.’ I retreated to my chair and raising my eyebrows just replied, ‘That is interesting. Not often does the love interest want to meet the jilted husband, but then again I have not had too much. I felt so bad for that, but we just didn't realize she couldn't handle her liquor."Ignoring her lame rationale, I continued, "So this is strike three. You know what happens after strike three in baseball, don't you, Ms. Allen?" You're out," she whispered. The tears, either real or fake to manipulate, began to form."Yes, you are out. And you can stop with the waterworks, they may have worked for you in the past, but it won't cut it with me."The tears stopped almost as quickly as they began."And.