"I had a very bad feeling about what I was going to see on the tape and I got two beers out of the icebox. When the picture appeared on the TV screen ... was shocked speechless. Never, not even using my wildest imagination, could I have conceived of what I saw. There was Mickey, my thirty-five year old wife, naked on her knees and sucking the cock of a black kid who couldn't have been any more than eighteen or nineteen years old. I sat there stunned as Mickey sucked the boy to completion and I. I looked clearly and noticeably at his crotch area, watching his hard on under his pants, smiled naughtily, making him know, I have already seen it, the I have naughtily spread my legs wide open, bent over, looking down between them saying “Oh my God, I knew it is the naughty nightie I am wearing, maybe I should take it off to make you more comfortable Uncle Jim”He almost screamed “Take it off? What do you mean Lana?”I giggled saying “I meant take it off and replace it with something more. Lauren was pulled from her thoughts.“Huh, oh yeah, thanks.”She took her coffee and hurried out of the coffee shop. Back in the sunlight, she felt better. Her imagination must really be playing tricks on her, she thought. She sipped her coffee and went to sit on a bench. People walked by, going about their business without a care. The paper bag crinkled in the breeze. Idle chatter filled the air, relaxing her. She liked people and people watching was always fun. A man in a suit must be going to. .?" I ask, prompting her to continue."Nothing."Morgen continues to play with my nipples and stroke my breasts in thebra."Do you like this?" she asks."Yes," I sigh, closing my eyes. Little jolts of pleasure continue toshoot from my nipples and warm waves of pleasure come from my breasts. Itis heaven."I thought so. But you shouldn't do it too often." But... why not?" Because the bra is magic," she explains. I notice that even though shesays I shouldn't be doing this, she isn't stopping. "Do you.