"So you're okay with the two of us being lovers?"I turned and studied her again, pausing before I replied. "Well, sure. It's her choice -- and yours, ...oo. It's no big deal, y'know. I've done stuff with girls before."A flicker of interest flashed in her eyes. "Really?" Yeah." Did you like it?" Sure," I admitted with a smile. "It's different, but ... you know. Exciting."Her gaze narrowed, and she gave me a knowing smile. "It turns you on, doesn't it? Me and your mom?" Yeah," I confessed, staring. He did get a hint of wariness, and her left hand remained hidden while the right did the transacting. He imagined it held a weapon—perhaps a shotgun or some martial sword. Both had the capability to emasculate were he to threaten her.Being large, with an intense, expressive and memorable not quite handsome not plain face, a small round nose and soft lips within a flat circle crowned by short light blond hair, he witnessed women shying when alone in his presence. Few words grunted low through. Disgusted... And sickened to the pit of her stomach..Then she tried mentally "blocking" out the dirty touch of the fat finger rubbing against her womanhood, that made her feel so soiled. As calloused fingers massaged an inexperienced, denim clothed cunt, at the same time a fat, bumpy tongue borrowed its way into her ear... Again the poor girl squealed in protest. A feeling akin to nausea, sent cold shivers down her spine, bringing along with it, an electric numbing sensation that encompassed. Once again I watched my wife’s pussy lips eagerly accept him inside of her. They closed tightly on him again as he slid it even deeper this time. I heard a moan. I don’t know from whom. The man who was fondling her tit had now stopped and was watching his friend’s cock disappear into my wife’s glistening wet pussy. It was at that moment that everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I couldn’t believe my eyes as to what was taking place right in front of me. Still all I could do was watch.