Evenworse, the more I struggled, the more I became awarethat he was aroused.“What are you doing?” I asked.“That’s a stupid que...tion,” he said. “What do you thinkI’m doing. I’m horny and I’m bored with jerking off. Iwant a nice juicy cunt so I came in here.”“B-but I’m your sister-in-law!” I said. “You can’t dothis to me.”“Who’s going to stop me?” he asked. “There’s no one. And I threw a black nylon micro-miniskirt into my purse and went to meet him.The restaurant had valet parking and I was a little early so I waitedin the bar and had a glass of sangria and he showed up a few minuteslater and we were seated. The dinner was fabulous and leisurely and Iate a little too much, and afterwards I followed him to the club. Inthe parking lot I went in the back of my van and took off my slacksand cardigan and pulled on the mini skirt, and after readjusting mymakeup in the. We agreed to meet there for a drink within the hour. He told me his name was Richard but everyone called him Dick and I told him I’d be waiting at the far end of the bar.I was the first to arrive and watched for any tall thin blonde men to enter. When he entered I knew it had to be him because he looked so out of place. He was taller than I expected being at least six foot six or more. He was slender with broad shoulders and a well-defined six pack outlined under his tight fitting shirt. He. I don’t want my mother-in-law screaming to my wife about how I’m a pervert. I still liked playing the game of flirt and see safely. This type of activity went on for over a month, with her watching, then me watching. It was fun, safe and exciting. Then I lost my job after 8 years with the same company. Pam makes a good living, so I could take my time and find the right position. So now I’m home all day and Debbie goes out at about 10 or 11 everyday. One morning, Pam had left for work and I.