I would find that Iwould manage to stand next to a pretty woman wearing a plastic mac, andmy hand would surreptitiously stroke the thin plastic. Durin... my lunchhour, I would wander around the shops in search of rainwear.My greatest coup came on a weekend visit to the seaside, when we werecaught in a heavy downpour, and I persuaded Jennifer to get herself alovely pale blue raincoat with large hood, buttoned cuffs, belt and deeppockets. She wore it all afternoon, and when we finally got to our. I was in a glass prison cell, or something that passed for glass.In the next chamber I saw a blonde that I assumed was Jess, and beyondthat I could just make out a redhead. So we'd been caught. The jailors ofInser had broken about a hundred laws and international treaties to getus here, but here we were.I tapped on the glass, trying to get Jess's attention, but there was nosound. I looked at my hand, strangely assuming I'd forgotten the skill oftapping on glass, then realized it was utterly. She asked me with a smile, “What my husband-cum-son needs now from this aged mother.”Then I replied, “I need honey from your pussy, my dear mother-cum-wife.” Saying this I bit her earlobe lightly to give her some sensation. Later on I kissed her neck and licked for a while playing with her boobs. As you people already know, she does not wear any bra and panty. So it is easy to access her boobs.Now turning to my side she folded her hand behind my neck. She started looking into my eyes very. . Finger me. Rub my pussy, Carl."Jean gasped and jack-knifed forward, yanking my face up from between her legs by a fistful of hair. I yelped at the sting in my scalp, surprised at the vehemence with which she'd grabbed hold. She slapped my wrist, my fingers coming out of her smeared with my aunt's lust."Kiss me," she groaned, eyes glazing, fingers mushing at her vulva. She gasped and winced and repeated the order. "Kiss me, Carl. I'm going to come. Kiss Aunty Jean while she comes and comes and.