Saturday was spent shopping, but on several occasions Vanessa brought Donald into the conversation, convincing me she was somewhat in awe of him. Had ... not known her better, I might have been slightly jealous; but if there was one thing I was sure of it was that Vanessa would be the last person to embark upon an extramarital affair.After the effort of her cooking dinner the previous night, I volunteered to rustle something up, utilising the culinary skills I was honing in looking after myself. Her hands found his hair, playing in it before grabbing his head and holding his mouth tight to her breasts, encouraging him to feast even more avidly. He sucked hard on her nipple, drawing as much of her breast flesh into his mouth as he could, letting his hands start to drift over the rest of her body, finding and stroking all the little spots that made her desire flame higher. He slowly moved his head down, licking and kissing every inch of her front and sides, his mouth slowly following his. Brian and Kimmy sat me at the edge of the bed, then turned to each other in that mutually engrossed fashion I had seen and loved before. Again they embraced, touched, but then stopped and turned to me."We want to see you just the way you were the first time," Brian said."Yes, son, I want that too," I said, my voice in a deep, already-aroused whisper, thrilling at the implications I wanted to believe.Silently, my sons fingers sought the buttons of my blouse, the way his sister's had that day we. The material is very thin, and the bra is more like a bathing suit top, it ties at the neck, and around the back. Barely covering the bra is a white shirt, there's no buttons on the shirt, and it ties right below my breasts. I see the fair skin of my tight belly and smile as I see the skirt wrapped around my waist. It's pleaded, red and black, held only in place by a strip of Velcro, it's short stopping right below the ass. I can't see them, but I know that there is a pair of panties under the.