I really can’t describe the feelings of watching your missus with another man…… surreal I guess.Several minutes later Gemma has eased herself of... his face. She whispered, “pass my little clutch bag off the floor please babe” to me.I reached forward and grabbed the small silver bag from beneath her dress and handed it to her. My missus retrieved a small packet of condoms out of the little bag. They were the ones out of the vending machines in the downstairs toilets, three-pack of Durex ribbed. ‘Good evening, I’m here to pick up my daughter Hazel Hines.’ I said, smiling. The clerk, a girl I knew well from having her babysit, smiled back, showing a mouth full of braces and swiped my card. ‘Hello Ms. Hines, how are you today? I’ll have Hazel paged to the front.’ She answered, handing my card back. She picked up a phone and called the supervisor in the playroom behind the front desk. I waited, watching the supervisor (who would be Will’s kindergarten teacher in the fall) tap Hazel and. ”“That sounds more like a demand, not a proposition” I quipped.“Whatever, it worked. He and me got undressed then we had sex for a couple of hours in my room, that time I wasn’t trying to be my mother, I was being myself, letting my dad have sex with me. By the time he wore out it was okay, what we were doing, and we knew we would keep doing it.” “You wore him out? Literally?”The big grin betrayed her, “Yeah, he slept until I called him to dinner.”My cock was slowly coming out of. On my feet, short black boots with low heels this time. I did not want toslip and fall!Always, all the time, I got the nicest lingerie. Lacy, shapely, sometimeswith discreet features which enhanced my appearance, and why not? Ideserved it! And when I put them on, I always seemed to feel you caressingme.Spring has come and gone now, and I have not seen you, not once. I realizethat we are different people, and must lead different lives. I realize wecannot live openly as a couple. As long as we.