She had a shit-eating grim in all her photos. As Jennifer walked in she put her hand to her face and turned red as a beet. I apologized and told her t... not look at them, just look at her photos on the computer screen. I know she tried, but kept looking at my wife's pictures. Finally she just said her pictures looked great, but that she had to go and ran out of the room.I figured I had lost all chances of getting her to pose nude for me. I was surprised when she called the next day to ask how. Her cell phone rang.Why was that even in this room? Sighing, she marked her place, got up, and grabbed the phone."Hello?"There was a moments silence. Maybe it was a prank call. Maybe..."Um, hi. Is this ... Violet?" The stranger's voice was shy, quiet. Almost as if the whole idea of talking was new to her."Yes..." Her voice was suspicious. Who else would be answering Violet's phone? Then ... her heart jumped. "Wait, is this ... my Redheaded Witch?" Um, yeah. Hi." Oh my god! It's you! Mommy. Even just rubbing my wet, swollen pussy against her leg felt great. The feel of her wrapping herself around me and her own incredibly soaked pussy rubbing against my leg made it completely amazing. I realized she wasn’t the only one moaning anymore as we lay there kissing and rubbing against one another.Leslie’s hand ran down my cheek, then my neck and shoulders. She moved down to my chest and trickled her fingers over my small breasts and hard nipples. I moaned when she touched my nipples and. I think that they view you as their primary husband, anyway, all of them, just as many of us ladies do."Oh, and there is now a lot of talk about a proper, polygamous wedding, since there is no real legal impediment anymore," Shelby updated me on the latest scuttlebutt as I took my turn washing and groping her lovely flesh."That's true, there isn't. Cherry will still be the den mother of sorts, mind you, the head wife, just because of her maturity and wisdom, but I admit that I am attached to.