Please uh....." "PLease what bitch?" I asked loud enough to startle her. She looked around in terror fearing that someone would hear me and open the...r door to see what the fuss was all about. "Please fuck me," she hissed. "What?" I said again more loudly than was necessary. "I couldn't hear you." "PLease...please...please...Brad" she said looking into my eyes and pleading with me. "PLease Brad, I need it...please...please.....................................fuck me." she finally said. Her boyfriend cupped one of her soft tits and squeezed it gently. My wife watched her boob compress with each squeeze.She said, “Would you like to feel my tits with your dick?”While continuing to massage her sweater tit, he said, “Yes.”She said, “Is it OK if I put your dick where your hand is and rub it against my sweater?”“Yes.”His dick was quivering with anticipation when she leaned forward and grabbed it at the base and slowly rubbed it across her sweater tits. She couldn’t believe how. He got close enough to look over my shoulder and see the dress laying out on the board. "Ah. The one you wore yesterday, right?" Yeah," I smiled at him. I looked back at the iron and placed the back of my hand to it. Still needed a little more time, I thought. I looked back at my dress and drummed my fingers on the ironing board.Nervousness started to settle in when I realized my dad was still standing uncomfortably close behind me. He'd already dropped his shirt where I'd told him to so why. “You had me last night,” I said. “It’s too dangerous to do this again so soon. I feel bad enough already.” “Those feelings soon fade,” he replied confidently. “Tomorrow afternoon, come around to my house. We can have some fun.” “Derek no,” I said. “I can’t keep making up excuses.” “Just send Bryan out to play golf or something. The girls can entertain themselves.” “Stop, please Derek, just stop,” I said. “Oh c’mon sweetheart you love it,” he replied, smiling confidently. He was right. I did.