Linda’s lips brushed past mine and settled on her daughters; their kiss was one of practised lovers! Had they been at it previously in the bedroom?L...nda turned to me saying, “You were saying something about dinner being served Brad?”Sharing that meal with them was a wonderful feeling of belonging together. We chatted and laughed over anything and nothing really; simply relaxed and content being with each other.The fine wine did rather flow and eventually young Rachel became ready for bed.We. Her ass was flattened against my stomach as I looked down at her, her nude back, her hair thrown to one side as she moaned and pushed her ass up.I kept my cock in her until it went soft, then pulled out and lay down beside her. She was still moaning and gripping the sheets, so I pulled her into my arms and she cuddled in close.“I shouldn’t have let you do that,” she whispered.“We both wanted it,” I said as I ran my fingers through her hair.She let me cuddle her and went to sleep. It had worked. "I think he does not have another woman, but he screws around. Bars. Hookers, maybe. Expensive escorts, I mean. That's more like him. I am right, am I not?" I shrugged. Quite possible, going out when he was hundreds of miles away with whoever he was working with there, maybe a strip club, maybe a bar, maybe a fancy whorehouse, maybe an escort that he saw regularly, fucking her and later talking about his wife. Perhaps he did have a mistress, how would I know? "I don't know him." You have a. They're fucking beestings!" Beforehe could bring himself to fuck her, he'd been adamant, Tammy would haveto have womanly breasts--breasts of a "C" cup size, at least. Then, hecould fuck her, he'd insisted, despite her cock and balls; otherwise, nomatter how feminine she looked, he'd feel like a faggot fucking a dude.His words had hurt, but they'd also motivated her to schedule breastimplant surgery.James had no idea, of course, what she'd been through or what thesurgery was like, nor,.