"And your girlfriend? How old is she?"Mickey swallowed, though his mouth was bone dry. "Umm..she's 29. Why do you ask?"Amy shrugged. "Has she got nice...tits?"Mickey frowned. "Well, I..I guess." Amy furled her brow, looking at him inquisitively. "You guess?" she quizzed. "She either has or hasn't."Mickey shook his head "OK, well, yes, she has great...ummmm..." Tits," Amy completed his sentence, emphasising the word. "Are they big?"Mickey blinked again. His mind reeled. Was she really asking him. She's the ex Mrs. Mark Lane. I'm the current one. These are both his babies. Are you just crossing the road or would you like a lift into town?" I had difficulty believing my luck. But I was hardly thinking about how fortuitous it was having run into these two teenage mothers. Mostly I was trying to adsorb what I'd just heard. Missy had blurted it all out very quickly. In addition to the fact that I couldn't make heads of tails of what Missy was saying, I also couldn't hear her very well. I. I took the bottle of lube out of the nightstand and set it on top of it. I thought maybe that was too obvious, so I moved it by the lamp. Easy to get to but not blatantly so.I undressed, got into bed, and sat there with my back against a pillow and my arms crossed behind my head. Everything was perfect."Honey, are you ready for me," my wife said from behind the door."You bet your sweet ass I am." I was more than ready; I was impatient after waiting fifteen minutes for her arrival.With only her. "Alright, get out. All bets are off. I'm going to start sending those photos out now." No... Wait... Please. I'll do it." she replied dejectedly. And with shaking hands she grabbed hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head. Dropping the shirt on the floor at her feet she quickly crossed her arms in front of her chest covering the bra that covered her breasts.Backing up several steps, I sat down on the couch and tried to relax a bit as I watched Lisa put on a.