When I got there she was waiting outside in super low cut tank top that barely covered her tits and really short short. It was a walk of shame look if...I ever saw one.When she got into my car I asked "Have some fun last night ?" jokingly, knowing full well she did by the look of her. "Yes, I did" she replied a bit annoyed, "Would you like to here about?" she added seductively. I looked over to her and she had a wicked smile on, as well as lowering her top showing off more of her breasts. "Yes" I. "Sorry," Amy said, "You lezzies can have each other, Trixie and I wannago dance," she said playfully, taking me by the hand. Trixie was my'girl' name and all this time I thought it was like an alter-ego. Thename Trixie sounded like some '50's bimbo. Only now, just now... did Iremember my Grandmother's name was Beatrix and I always admired her.She was one of the few people who were accepting of me back in Ohio. Imissed her. Tracy looked at me and nodded and smiled as she came to seemy reaction. When I looked back it was not with remorse, it was with longing.What the fuck did I do and why did I do it? I'm a fucking asshole that is why I did it, hell I had the fucking perfect wife and the perfect family. The kids were great, we were a real family. But I have hidden it all these years, my kids don't even know.Now I am rich and old, what the fuck do I care?So we are all out to an early dinner. I did not want to go but my PA made the reservations and I had to follow along. "All" is the. I was looking at Lace, expecting some sort of response, but she wasn’t looking back at me, she was watching mom, mom’s body to be specific. I had my hands on my mom’s waist as she steadily bounced on my cock, working herself up to climax. Her boobs were, of course, swaying and jiggling with the rhythm. Lacy reached up and cupped mom’s breasts in her hands, fondling them for just a second before leaning in and taking one of mom’s nipples in her mouth. Mom opened her eyes and looked down, her.