It was a long night, and, I am not ashamed to admit, I took advantage of the solitude and darkness as I shed more than a few tears over the shattered ...irl lying beside me.The next day I asked the counselor if it would be OK if I talked to Janey while I sat with her. Since she wasn't responding very much and would be sedated anyway, would it help or hurt? The harried lady shrugged and said it probably couldn't hurt. As long as she didn't react violently to the sound of my voice, it might. ”“Hunh. Well, I was going away myself, but I suppose I can stay.” Barbara had a disappointed look on her face, but managed to smile, nevertheless.“Why?” asked Marcia. “It’s not like I need a babysitter, Mom. I’m eighteen!”“Well...”“Mother, really!” She gave a sly grin. “Who’s the guy, Mom?”“Guy? No, I’m just spending the weekend with a friend.”Marcia gave a disgusted snort. “Mom, really, even you can come up with a better story than that. It’s obvious. We all know you’re seeing some guy. Who is. I had never done this before but it didn’t seem too difficult. I put my hands around her thick ass and bit into her thong. I worked it down from side to side until it was on the floor. I started kissing her legs when I notice a tiny bit of liquid dripped form her pussy. It was soaked. She slowly took off her bra and turned around. I pushed her up against the wall with my cock in between her legs. I slowly put myself inside her. I felt her groan as my cock slide all the way inside her. I slowly. She was very shy to reveal her sexy legs and that looked really good.We went to the party. All my colleagues were also shocked to see my wife in such a sexy attire. Their wives were being jealous too.Then we enjoyed the card game. As my wife was sitting opposite to me with all the ladies, she crossed her legs and kept it at a raised level. Her black panty was clearly visible from the front. Her dress had actually become too short.I signaled her to come to the washroom in 5 minutes. As my wife.