In no time at all, John was over beside her, and slowly lifter her hand a few inches and dropped it on her lap. He was obviously testing if she was as...eep or feigning it.Knowing I was "at the toilet", he quickly moved his hand under her skirt, and started fondling her. I could see he was becoming aroused as he started rubbing himself outside his trousers.He then unbuttoned her skirt to the waist, showing off her black and red panties.He started rubbing her pussy, then pulled aside her panties. She told my daddy that I was at Ashley's and wasn't planning on coming home till after the Superbowl. But in reality, Ashley and I quietly got ready in the basement bathroom, painting up our faces like cocksucking sluts. We even put butt plugs up our asses while we were getting ready so that we would be nice and stretched out for all the men's cocks ;-)My mother came down periodically, helped us with our makeup and outfits. She even checked to make sure that the seams were straight on the. Yeah, it's only 10 but who cares?Don't feel particulary tired but still...maybe a wank will do thetrick. Gotta use up my energy somehow...nah, who am I kidding - whenI'm bored, I get horny.And when I get horny I...Strip naked.Put my body under the covers and...you know what happens next.I'm pumping my cock till it gets hard. And the only thing I want to dois keep pumping.So I keep pumping.I keep pumping, and I notice something. Is it me, or am I starting tolose weight?I pump faster. Is it me or. She extended her arm and reached for her phone. “Hold on a minute” she said, while opening her chat app.“Do you really want to read it?” she asked, “the text that He send me earlier?”“I do” I said, very excited and lightly touching my wife’s sexy ass.She swiped to her text app and handed me her phone.“Put it in me as you read.” She asked.I got behind her, grabbed my hard-on with one hand and guided my cock into her drippy folds. She felt wonderful and very slick. I’m sure that He left something.