Itlooked pretty fierce to me, worse than the one you had a few minutesago!" I, er..." Silence! I will not tell you again. You will only speak when you...aretold to. Once more and you will regret it!"I knew I wasn't going to like Mother one little bit."Anyway, that's the last erection you'll be having for a long time,however hard your little thing tries. You will have to learn to controlyourself or he is going to be very upset in his little prison."Mother spoke again."Anyway, we have decided that. I spied a couple at a table gathering their things and they looked ready to leave. Yes! At that moment I felt something lightly brush against the back of my pantyhosed thigh. Delicately.A fingertip? "Ohh!" I gasped, spinning around to confront the letch."Look who we have here! It's the vixen!" I looked into a face I thought I had seen before, but I couldn't place it. To say it was lovely would not do it justice. Standing several inches taller, she wore her brunette soft curls piled on top of. ”She answered a text and set the phone back on the table.“Yes,” she repeated. “They’re willing to take care of your physical needs if you want. Of course, if you would rather divorce and find someone else…” Her voice trailed away, and tears rolled down her face again.The patio door slid open, and Kayla and Lindsey walked out.“Anyone still want coffee?” Kayla asked, leaning down and kissing my wife on the cheek.“Hi, Greg,” Lindsey said her face scarlet.I didn’t feel like talking. Or looking at. .. but maybe we can both find one friend that wouldn’t mind taking the blame for us fooling around.” Heather said.“So which of my friends would you let bang you?” I asked.Heather laughed at this.“None really.” Heather giggled. “But if you found one that was decently hung, and would promise to not only keep our secret but use protection ... I might be up for it.”“I might know of one or two that fit that description. Let me look into it.” I said.“Okay, Mr. Stud, who would you want? If you could.