Paul didn't want to resemble somefusty, by-the-numbers, housemaid. He preferred to resemble a youngserving girl, still learning the details of her jo..., constantly fearfulof making mistakes. Having exposed limbs, in his mind, reflected thisinexperience. He hadn't earned any more dignified attire. Having hiswife, and especially her friend, see him that way kept him in a state ofconstant arousal.Abagail, however, didn't want him to feel even a residual sense of maleentitlement. Instead he had. I think she was so far gone at this point that it wouldn't have mattered if she saw me looking, but I kept up pretenses that I was unaware of her seeing me.She arched her back and stuck a finger in her mouth, wetting it and putting it between her legs. I had seen just about enough, especially the way her big tits were bouncing up and down. I kept my head down as I turned fully towards the shower door and jacked the come right out of my balls and onto the glass door. I aimed high at first so. They were still bunched at her waist and left her breasts, legs, pussy and the lower part of her tummy exposed. I made no comment, started the car and set off, facing another hour's travel before home.Once we were travelling Mum grabbed my wrist and lifted my arm over her head and arranged it across her shoulders and guided my hand down to cup her bare tit. I felt the softness and weight of her breast in its relaxed state and I was quite content just to hold it and softly brush my thumb back. Not that I resented their popularity, I just resented when they flexed their superior attitudes by dumping on the likes of me and my friends. They were bullies, plain and simple. Yet, I knew deep down that their good looks and arrogance would get them nowhere in life without some brains and humility, of which they were devoid. Sooner or later, I believed, someone would take them all down a few pegs, and they would know all about what it was like to be humiliated.I had begun to be curious about.