We are stuffed, sitting at the table, relaxing after breakfast.“I know you were tired before breakfast. Then we stuffed ourselves. Would you like to...take a nap?”She looks at me like I have three heads or something.“Yes. Are you telling me there is a bed in this thing.”“What? It’s my flying bachelor pad.”We walk behind the last curtain and into my bedroom.“Your choice, we can stay clothed on top, go down to our undies or I have pajamas you can borrow.”“We can do underwear if you promise no funny. But I knew how important the dresses were to mysisters, so I let her. Plus, although I would never admitted it, I sortof liked it. Mom took some photos. I didn't pose much. I just sort ofstood there, although Mom did ask me to put one foot slightly in frontof the other, and clasp my hands together at the front. "Ok. That's Betty's dress. Now let's get you into Chloe's."I unzipped the dress, and slid it down. Like I said, the tulle skirt hadhidden a bulge in my panties. A bulge that was. Mark stood a moment before her, also naked, suddenly unsure whether he should do this, whether he was perhaps punishing his errant wife too much. But then the moist receptivity of Kate's waiting cunt thrust all other considerations from his mind, and he stepped forward to claim this willing prize.Harry felt his own massive cock stir, as it always did, at the sight of his wife about to give herself to another man. He placed a hand on its rapidly swelling hugeness, and began to massage it into. She caught me with one hand cupping my balls and the other slowly sliding up and down my hard shaft.It was her turned to look like the deer in the headlights. She froze and stared! Our eyes met and with one hand on my cock. I used the other to motion for her to come in and sit on the bed. She reacted like a woman possessed. She sat down and said "This is wrong". I growled lowly that the both of us were horny and two people having sex is always better than one.As Gramma sat next to me I.