.. They could be brother and sister rather than husband and wife. They’re even dressed the same, blue jeans and a white button up shirt. Although he... chest gives her shirt an altogether better shape!She speaks as the camera gets close enough. It’s a loud, confident voice, with a slight regional accent. “I’m Charmaine Cort, I’m a mother, a wife, and a very horny 45 year old ... And this is my lucky husband, Mike.”Mike speaks, his voice an almost David Beckham-like squeak. “I’m Michael Cort, I’m. ‘You’ve been in Boston since Thursday, you’re finally back on Sunday afternoon, and all I get is a ‘Hey?” Tim could tell she was kidding from the giggles she mixed in with the words. Still, he played along. ‘Umm… hey. How are you?’ His voice was still mostly flat, but that was all part of the joke. ‘Better,’ she replied. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Just leaving the airport now,’ he said. ‘We landed about 15 minutes ago.’ ‘Hey, I get off in 20 minutes.’ She just let it hang there. Both of them knew what. Walking back she started to undo her top slowly revealing her see through bra and her very hard nipples, Alex started to unzip his trousers “No stop that” Michelle sharply said as he stopped mesmerised by her actions. She undone her bra as it dropped to the floor walking up to him, Alex reached out Michelle slapped his hand “no touching only looking until I tell you so” Alex nodded like a well behaved school boy, Michelle turned around unzipping her skirt pulling it down to reveal her thong. "Please Uncle Mike! Please help me! I'll do whatever you want. I swear! Anything at all!"Staring down at her face, and those beautiful pouty lips, I could feel her long fingernails raking over my pants, almost urging them down, insinuated something very, very dirty indeed.Gulping hard, I decided to tempt fate and asked her just how determined she was about fixing her car, and she responded by reaching up and gently rubbing my crotch through my pants."Please." she besieged, her eyes filled with.