We amazingly arrived at the second market by eleven o'clock. D's girls were at their table giving out samples of our various wines and selling bottles...and plastic gallons to those that came. I was always surprised that so many would buy wine when they were offered corn liquor on the periphery of the market at less than half the price of good wine.Mom came to me as I saw that our inventory was just about depleted. "You've done it again, Son. There is nothing left and people are still waiting to. Please push into me and contract around me as I fuck off some of the excitement your demonstration has caused me.’ ‘Your wish is my command, Master.’ Sliding into her, she still felt tight after all of this time. And sooooooo good. I grabbed each of her hips with my hands, and unceremoniously began to thrust back and forth, being met each time with her own efforts. ‘You’ve been doing Kegel exercises! Fantastic.’ I picked up my speed, and got into a nice, comfortable, enjoyable rhythm. With each. Cool they said…and do you use them very often?…to which I replied yeah I do. The guys were having a good look at everything…when one asked me how much commission I was on…5% I told him so the more you guys buy I laughed, the better for me. Okay one said…do you want to earn a little more?….puzzled I asked him how….well we can't really tell from the catalogue what the lingerie and dresses look like…a real model would help sell them more. Er, I'm sure about that I said….okay your choice the guy. We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other with the movement of the water and jets, when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn't say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward my cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to say or do.I was thinking of my next step and then I felt another hand touching my other leg. I had both my wife and friend rubbing.