She shivered, half-naked her hands controlled by him, not letting her cover her breasts. His thick mustache had white droplets of milk.His dark brown ...ips were ready to pounce on her pink lips. He left off her hands and she covered her bare chest. He slid his one hand beneath her to hold from the shoulders, breaching the gap between. While the other hand entered her petticoat, trying to touch her wet crotch.As his fingers made movements near her clitoris, she moaned. She opened her lips as her. ”“Besides,” Holly chimed in. “I think if Linda or Keith ever found out we had actually fooled around with each other, you would probably have to give up on ever having grandk**s. Each of them would hang his ornaments on a tree.”We burst out into fits of laughter at that and my dad just shook his head and went back into the house.A bit later we exchanged hugs and Holly went home. After dinner I called Linda and we chatted for a bit. She sounded really down, so I asked her if she still wanted me. This is Rachel, I say, reading your name tag - a nice touch on your part. She is here to attend to our needs for the evening. I return my wife’s hand to her crotch. I know that she has always wanted to have another woman watch her as she masturbates. This is how people are - different switches and levers, just a matter of knowing which to press or pull. On the screen, the man is obviously approaching a climax. Only now do you realise what we are watching. Your lips part slightly as if to speak. I’ll do this one and you go over there and do the other one, yeah?”Gabe took another look around. “Erm … Alright, I guess,” he said. There was never really any point in arguing with Michael. He always had an answer. Anyway, it wasn’t as if Gabe had ever disobeyed him before so why should he start now? The young man sighed before scurrying over to the other rubber lion statue on the other side of the square. Gabe took up a position behind the strange figure, fixing the light of his flashlight on.