One day I suggested that she go to the kitchen (which is off the living room) and get us some drinks. We were both naked and I told her not to put any...clothes on while she tip toed past the windows in the hall. She did. "Did he see you?" "I don't know she said I didn't look out." She was dripping wet with excitement at the idea that he might have seen her. We quickly began to find all sorts of excuses for her to travel the hall. Going to the bathroom. Taking a shower. Trips to the kitchen. I. She told me exactly how it happened, so guess how I feel about it all now. She told me stuff like how "he was so heavy on her that she could hardly breathe sometimes, but had to take it". She wanted to "do him just the way he wanted to so that it would end quicker". She told me how he wanted her to sound and how he wanted her to bend her over and shove her face in a pillow and all those details. How he would squeeze her as he went. He made her wear bows and put her hair up and all kinds of. “Where are we going?” I asked, puzzled. “We’re going to visit Grandma Liz and Grandpa Joe for dinner tonight,” he explained, walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Oh! I didn’t know. Is Mommy meeting us there?” I asked. Daddy took a drink of water and shook his head. “Mommy has a book club meeting tonight,” he said, “it’s just us. Put your shoes on so we can head out.”“Okay Daddy!” The short drive over was uneventful and when we pulled into their driveway I hopped out of the car,. I was admiring the view of the well-lighted pond and pretty gazebo beyond the terrace when I felt Mister Wheelers hands reach around to the front of my waist. He unfastened my belt and unzipped my jeans. I did not move or say anything. My jeans were pulled down with the undies being dragged down in the same motion. I felt age 50-something fingers feeling up my 27 year old slit and ass. My back was to him so he could not read my expression. I believe I had a subtle smile and was thinking that.