I wrapped up and signed out early to meet her. After a good night’s sleep, I was ready for some action. She was in a pencil skirt with a white shirt...and a brown merino sweater.I caressed her round ass while hugging her and pinched it lightly. “Ouch!” She said in mock anger. “Take your clothes from the dryer,” she instructed and walked out fast. We had left our Laundry overnight in the machines. She was in the barbershop by the time I caught up.Seeing the old barber, I took a seat as if I didn’t. Out of the blue he said your wife could dance down here. I asked him if he thought her body was good enough. He had been drinking just enough to say what he was thinking. He said are you k**ding? She is hot. I tried to put him on the spot and I asked how he knew. He said I've been swimming at you place and have seen your wife in her smallest bikini. He said her shaved pussy is totally sexy. I laughed and said it isn't shaved. He got a confused look on his face. I said she had it Lazar done. It. "Just to begin with," Mark said in a vicious tone, "I want you to fuck your mother, Jack. Don't stand there like a goddamned idiot! I said fuck her!"Jack paused, shocked at the idea. Yet the sight of his mother's beautiful, lush nakedness made his rod leap with impatience. And there was a strange look in his mother's smoldering eyes, too, as if she were frantically excited at the idea.He climbed on top of his naked mother. Already Sheila had begun undulating her soft hips and moaning. Her. As he cleaned himselfhe noticed that the marks from the beating with the ruler were still thereon his bottom, even if they were fading.Feeling slightly better he stepped out of the shower cubicle and wrapped atowel around his body. He walked back into his bedroom and was shocked tosee Deborah sat on his bed. He stood still for a moment, confused."How did you....?" he started to ask.But she silenced him with a wave of her hand."Drop the towel and kneel in front of me," she ordered.He thought.