Jon was tossing the receipt into the trash slot on the ATM when it beeped and then showed a Windows Desktop screen. On a whim, he hit different button... on the keypad that caused motors in the machine start to run. Not having a clue that he was doing it, he caused the machine to start spitting out twenties and then fifties. It was such a shock to him that he got a deposit envelope, wrote a note about the machine just spitting out the money and then somehow got the machine to open the deposit. ..just a bit of cover for her pussy and rear end. I'd never seen a bikini like this one, ever. And Sonia made it worse by striking a pose, smiling, looking right at me. "Well, Ron, do you like it? Do I pass inspection, honey?"Loose trunks or not, she had to be able to see the tent I was making of my front. I tried to look casual, but I know she could tell I was flustered as could be. My voice was almost cracking as I answered."Mrs. Maxwell, er...Sonia, you look great! You're the most gorgeous. . And then she again emphasized with a meaningful blink, "Don't worry, most of the time he's not at home". Then she turned to step down the stairs, stopped for a moment, looked back at me, moved upward her sexy ass wrapped in tight salwar-kameez, and shaked wildly in a circular motion. This movement of her ass was a sexy invitation or just a gesture to tease me? I did not know at that time. But it made me intensely excited. Earlier, I had been through swingers' libertine sex life. And I thought. .. you’re a romantic...”“ ... Says the man with seventeen wives. I’m going to talk to Barbara and Ellen. If I can get them on board with this, we might have a chance with the General.”“Or you might make an enemy out of him for trying to do an end run on him.”“So, you won’t help?” she said in that voice as she nuzzled his neck.“Don’t start,” he grumped. “My dick is sore and I know that your pussy must be too. You have me convinced – or at least fucked into submission,” he said as he tried to.