That evening, Jolene searched through her closet trying to look for the perfect dress. She wanted to wear something romantic even though her body didn...t feel that way. She looked at a soft pink silk dress that she had bought last year but didn't feel like pink could hide her in case of an "accident."Next, she saw a gorgeous satin dark red dress that she had bought for one of Kevin's business dinner but never got to wear since they didn't show up due to having fucked each other's brains out that. His eyes now raked over her body, the black lacy underclothes perfect against the pale body, showing little that he had not seen when she wore a swimsuit, but boy, was this not oh so much more sensual. Stockings suspenders, perfect little knickers, and that bust, soft milk white breasts, bigger than his sisters, supported on a lacy platform. The bra enhancing her 36ds and allowing those long-sought-after red brown nipples to peep provocatively over the lace. He bent instinctively to the right. As I hadn’t, he offered to show me his. As I had only seen my mates cock earlier, I was very interested. I soon realised that my cock had become very hard in my pants in anticipation of seeing his cock. He unzipped his trousers and took it out. It was longer and thicker than my mates. He asked me to touch it. So I grabbed it with my hand and started to pull it hard. He started to groan, and asked me if I had ever given a blow job. I had no idea what this was, so he had to explain. I wasn’t sure. The house rumbled slightly, a sure sign the garage door was lifting. I gave Madison’s leg a firmer squeeze. Almost like waking from a trance, she blinked looked around, and let her thighs relax enough for me to slide my hand free. I gave her another side-hug and kissed her on the temple. "You see, nothing to worry about.” I tapped her on the thigh, just as the door to the garage cracked open from the far side of the kitchen. “Heeeey!” my wife called from the door. “Hey.