I knew there was no way I would ask him to help me move stuff to my house knowing he had been there already.Packing what I could into my car I left my...little apartment for home. That night I laid in bed next to my wife but for several hours could not sleep. Staring at her I found myself thinking about how great it was to be back together but also everything she had done while we were separated. Should I talk to her about what I know? And how would I even bring it up? Then I remembered we both. And no one is going to hurt you here…are you telling me you aren’t even the slightest bit aroused by the idea? I would bet that you are.” His other hand snakes down under the hem of my dress, and smooth fingers caress me through my panties. A rush of fluid betrays me, and he dips a finger into the flow and then holds it up into the light. “Hmmm, I think someone might not be quite telling the truth.” I can see the evidence of my arousal, and as he brings his finger to his lips, the woman (his. I strongly advise you to make use of both of those in the future.”“It didn’t work for you.”“It did with Dad. And, in the end, it will with Mom. I saw her reaction to me calling it ‘rape’ and to my demand she call the Sheriff. You saw her recoil, right? That tells me that she has at least SOME doubt. Let Dad work on her. I think it’s safe for me to leave. I need to get back to school.”“OK. I’ll walk you to your car. Thanks, Mikey.”“Make sure you talk to Dad. He’s the one who’ll keep you away. "She keeps on fondling my snatch, spreads my cunt juice everywhere on my nether lips, while her other hand shoves the dress up my back and over my head. The magazine drops from my hand and smacks to the floor, the dress following it, and the hand grips my breast and starts to squeeze and caress it.She squeezes harder, and I hoarsely moan my lust to her. Just then I hear a second voice. Panic grips me, I must have missed the entrance door opening. "Such a sweet pussy," the new voice whispers,.