I gazed into her eyes for a few moments, thinking, “hmmm—Christmas Eve, playing Santa Clause, all star jock stud----FUCK THE BABYSITTER”!! Oh he...l ya—what sane red-b l o o d e d American boi is gonna turn down all that shit”?I lift her up by her waist, and gently lay her on her back on top of the kitchen table. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pull her legs up, and d**** them over my shoulders.“Lets get you wet” I mutter with a smile. Reaching down, and pulling down her panties, I stuff them into. Through our twenties I would fantasise of it secretly. I had no intention of ever telling her because I had no intention of ever sharing her. This was similar through most of my thirties but over the past few years I have found a change in my thoughts. Such is the mind with experience but I began to seriously consider the act. Obviously the more I contemplated actually doing it, the more obsessed I became with it. So it came to a point where I had to act, that being, I had to approach the wife.. She shuddered.She reached beside her and picked up a blue cylinder and pressed it between her legs. It was a vibrator, and she ran it up and down her slit slowly. When it reached the top, she would do a few circles around her clit before running it back down the wet slit.I was now stroking my cock vigorously as I watched. Misty seemed to be continually moaning, and the next time she reached the bottom, she pushed the vibrator into her wet hole. As it plunged in and out of her, I matched her. I'm going out of town." I really didn't like lying unnecessarily, but I was not going to a dance. "I know," I said, thinking quickly, "Why don't you ask Allison? I think she likes you." That shifted him from rejected boy to strutting teenager and it was true."Thanks, I think I will," he told me and walked off.Aaron was waiting by my locker after school with the same question and I steered him towards Tracy. I approached Jake Webster, who was back to normal, color-wise, and told him to ask.