I felt a dew-drop of pre-cum form in the eye of my cock as I knelt behind my wife and slipped my hands up beneath the tight dress along the outside of...her thighs. Gina moaned quietly and squeezed her thighs together as my fingers hooked the outside hem of her panties and pulled them down slowly. Both of us took pleasure as the gusset resisted till it slowly peeled from her mound and slid down between her legs. Only then did Gina move her feet apart as the obviously damp crotch came into view. I think she enjoyed the attention I was giving her on account of when we arrived at the first town she placed her hand on my leg. She said “if you have some place we can be alone I will drive you there” then moved her hand higher.I thought a moment then quickly said “yes, my parents are gone for the weekend”. She rubbed my growing hard on “great”she said as I gave her directions to my home. She commented on how hard I was telling me she liked young men and that her husband wasn’t taking care of. Wrong! And he knew it... such adulterous deceit behind his beloved Madeleine's back... and to commit against this man who had befriended and raised him... Christ, how low could a person sink? Well, he knew he was going to find out; he couldn't help himself. He would go to the summer house at Ste. Agathe des Monts tomorrow.He didn't know but what Madeleine suspected something. She had hardly spoken to him after leaving the party at Uncle Gaston's, nor he to her, and the little conversation they. As usual, selfishness was clouding my thoughts. The words of Four Days were just a bit more hopeful than the sham offered by Lara’s thimblerigger in Shell Game. I knew I still needed that hope, even if it got buried a little more every day.“The necklace is ready,” I whispered to Melissa, as I helped her with the dishes.“Hmm ... When do you want to pick it up?”“He’s not open on weeknights, so it has to be this weekend.”“Ooh ... I’m working both days, and so is Mom, I think.”“Yeah, I was worried.