He squeezed her cheeks, which took her breath away. Then a fingertip ran across the lips of her pussy ever so lightly. “You’re quite wet, Miss Jo...nson. It was not intended for your enjoyment.” She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t speak at all. The fingertip found her clit. She moaned, spreading her legs wider, offering herself to him. Wanting him. “Please,” was all she could manage. He started rubbing her clit between his finger and thumb. His other hand was resting on her poor butt. His thumb slid. She saw me but instead of screaming and grabbing her dress to cover herself, she simply smiled and turned back to her task. I couldn’t believe it.I watched her for a moment longer, my cock hardening and making a tent on the front of my pants. I walked up behind her for a closer look. Ma paid me no mind and just kept rolling out the dough. She must have been making pies because she was rolling it out real thin, leaning far over the table to stretch it out. I could almost see the bottom of her. I began to drift off, relieved at this reprieve from more sleepless hours. I was jolted back awake by laughing. There was silence and then softer voices and more laughter. Seductive sounds, was my thought, soon confirmed by gasps and a moan. There must be an open window just across our narrow side yard. My wife was awake again as well. I pulled myself close and kissed the back of her neck. She moved her ass against my hard cock.“We might as well join them.” She reached around and lightly. He turned and lumbered out of the room. The other two strippers were giggling and whispering to each other, as Angelica glowered up at Mike, oblivious to her state of undress. ‘Well, what do you want, you bastard?’ she snapped, angrily. ‘Angelica, honey, I’ve been trying to contact you for the last two days, but you won’t answer any of my calls!’ he whined, in a hurt tone. ‘I’m surprised you managed to find the time?’ she replied, sarcastically. ‘I’d have thought you were off trying to rescue.