Trish's hands ran over Lacey's breasts, before lowering beneath her bra and then slipping her fingers beneath the hemline.Trish's hands pulled under t...e bra where she soon took hold of Lacey's breasts cupped in her hands. She held them there, not doing anything but holding them softly. Trish's lips still gently kissing Lacey's neck.After a moment, Trish's hands started to gently roll Lacey's breasts in her grasp. Kneading them, gently squeezing and feeling how soft and ample they were to her. ”She waved at me. I could swear I saw her wink behind those shades again.“She never asks why?”“You know my mum. She usually doesn’t like to meddle.”I had a feeling though she understood why.The sun was setting. The day had passed by slower than usual. Natalya smiled and put on my favorite strawberry lipstick. The anticipation was building up. The bulge grew bigger. She was still wearing her hot bikini and I was still in my swimming shorts. We entered the bus and went all the way back. I stroked. I felt foolish , and told Mark I didn't want to do thisCome on he said it's only some fun , telling me he dressed up like this for JohnHe put on a navy blue knickers and a white bra we stood together in front of the mirror look we are lesbians laughing as he said itI put the skirt on the blouse my hair was shoulder length naturally, and looked in the mirror and in have to admit I thought I looked quite good, Mark went to his draw and padded our bras out with a pair of socks , looking in the. ." I didn't finish saying whatever I was going to say. I just rose and left. She was smiling benignly. My stomach was settling. A new emotion was finding its way into my mind and heart—anger.The kids ran to me. Clara was in her last year of grade school. Johnny would have one more to go. They were the perfect age; they were for me at any rate. I couldn't lose them. The upshot of that was that I would have to put up with my new status as Mabel's cuckold, at least for now, in order not to lose.