My luck, I would try to kiss her or something and it would back fire. Being that she is my mother in law, I wanted to play it safe. Not having a swim ...uite, I got down to my boxers and headed to the pool. Jan had already gotten in and giggled some when she noticed me coming over to the water. She asked me if I need some swim trunks. I answered no, not unless me swimming in my boxers bothers you. Being that they are boxer briefs, I realized she could see my cock all swollen and throbbing for. She felt as if someone was watching her the whole time.The vibrator in the nightstand next to the bed called out to her as she slipped under the sheets. She'd bought it two years ago when her seemingly perpetual arousal had pushed her beyond the point that her fingers could satisfy.Her face burned as she thought about it and she let her head fall with a thump to the pillow. Only after an hour of tossing and turning did she finally slip into a fitful, frustrated sleep.A crash of thunder startled. The Secret Service must love their Sigs.I thought briefly about unfettering her bra at least or putting her into one of my old t-shirts so she could sleep more comfortably, but decided against pressing my luck. Anyone carrying that many personal firearms must have very distinct notions about the privacy of their body. I set out a clean (I think) old Army t-shirt on the nightstand in case she woke up later in the night (well later in the morning actually) and I grabbed an extra pillow and tried. She grins and wraps her arms around his neck and places her lips on his mouth, driving her tongue forward. Roman responds immediately by pushing his hardening member against her mound. They grind their bodies together in a passionate kiss that lasts a long time. When the kiss ends, they are both breathing heavily and Brea isn’t quite sure what to do next.Roman takes control of the situation, taking her upstairs to the bedroom and laying her back on the bed and removing her bra. As she closes.