Don’t you agree, Mom, Dad?” Sandra opened up the discussion with her parents regarding the “summer wife” custom.“So ... you don’t want to ...o it anymore? It’s a family tradition and a lovely one, Sandy,” my mother-in-law, Enid, spoke now.“Exactly. A beautiful thing. Look how it brought you five closer,” my father-in-law, Horace, added.“You lied to me, okay? You LIED!” Jimmy stood up and threatened to storm out now.I stood in front of Jimmy and looked him square in the eye, “They lied to me, too,. The diner was crowded and I started small talk with a couple of guys nearest me. But even then I felt like I was being watched. The diner felt warm and I was in no hurry to rush outside. As the customers thinned out I decided to get me a new jacket. As I browsed through the coat rack I noticed that feeling of being watched. I purchased a coat and while at the cashier I noticed a woman near the coat rack where I had been, she was obviously watching me. She was beautiful. She was black,. He lifted me up and whispered into my ear, "Get onto the bed, love." I felt calmed at the sound of his voice again. I adhered to his gentle command and I rested myself on the bedspread. I saw Will and Sir softly talking, as if to figure out what to do next. They both nodded in agreement as I heard Sir say, "Put the blindfold back on, love, and then get onto your hands and knees, ass and pussy towards us." He threw the scarf back at me and I tied it over my eyes. I slowly got onto my hands and. That's when the phone rang.I didn't mind her boyfriend being on the phone with us, because I had the real thing, and he only had the visual image of us going wild in his head. She talked on the phone with him for a few minutes, and I was at the bottom of the bed, rubbing the inside of her leg, inching my way closer and closer to her pussy. She stopped my hand & I thought that I had done something wrong, but she looked me in the eye and said "I don't like being tickled, I like being scratched!".