” She turned and walked away, her still firm ass moving enticingly and giving George the beginnings of an erection.She noticed him in the mirror, �...You interested in a piece? It’s been a few days.” He nodded so she got a small towel and put it under that cute butt as she laid down and spread her legs. He got a better than average morning fuck since she was thinking about her evening outing. It calmed her husband and conditioned her parts in case her dinner companion was serious about the risqué. "She had let me stay dressed the rest of the afternoon, let me try onsome makeup, combed my longish hair out and clipped it with a couple ofbarrettes and called me Jaclyn. Then we went into the kitchen, and shegave me my first cooking lesson. I changed back before Dad got home,and she promised me it would remain our secret.I never dressed up again with her, but we cooked together all the timeand it became a wonderful thing that we shared. When she had grown tooill to cook, she coached me while. It didn’t take very long for Clay and Jane, despite whatever resentments they had over their past infidelities, to become very passionate in their sexual congress with each other, the line between fucking and lovemaking more than a little blurred, which was just fine with me. Indeed, Jane crossed that line overtly when she stopped after several strokes to ask her husband to switch from missionary-style to doggy. Like any healthy, red-blooded, married man, Clay was more than ready to use a. I watched in delight. When Evelyn was done she saw me looking at her and said, “Oh, I do this all the time. Mommy likes me to lick her pussy, especially after she has been fucked. I do it all the time. I thought you knew that.”I replied, “Why would you think that I would know that?”Evelyn said, “Because you see me coming out of Mommy’s bedroom all the time.”I said, “That doesn’t mean that I knew what you were doing in there.”Evelyn said, “Oh. I must have felt guilty or something.”We covered Mom.