Before we came in for the feast there had been a photo-sessionwith Leni in which she had taken all manner of pictures involvinggroupings of Helmut and...or me and/or various of Helmut's relatives.During the shoot I took Peter aside and asked why Leni seemed so sad andwhy she had scowled at Hitler."She was determined to be here, and working like this does help take hermind off things," he said, staring wistfully at his wife, "but the factis she's in mourning. First her father died last month, then. I was on the M4 westbound. Looking at my roadmap it seemed that the nearest accessible place with any pretence of civilisation was Marlborough, unless I counted Swindon and that seemed far too depressing. If I went to Marlborough for a meal I’d have to drive back eastwards down the A4 and get back on the M4 at somewhere like Newbury and drive back down the west bound carriageway making an all inclusive trip of about fifty miles. What nonsense! I decided to chance my luck and have a motorway. Suck them harder..... I want you to bite me gently" This feels so fucking good............please don't stop"I could not ever remember hearing Anne use that kind of language before but it stiffened my resolve ( not that parts of me needed any stiffening ) and I had only to move my hand a little to feel my fingers touching the crotch of her lacy panties. They were soaking and as I started to caress her pussy through them the lace on the front was coming in contact with her swollen pussy lips."Oh. I was in the same class as Frank in high school and Mike got to know him well when they both got their first full-time job at the same company. Mike was so happy when I agreed, especially when I assured him that I really wanted to, that I wasn't doing it just to please him.I remember the day it happened like yesterday. Our daughter was away at school and Mike and I were both on a day off from work. Frank was off as well that day and Mike had asked him to come over to help with a home.