I followed her eyes and spotted her purse. I quickly realized that she'd mistaken the object of my search."Why don't you get it for me?" she asked sof...ly, sensuously.I stepped away from her, reluctantly, and picked up her purse. "I was actually looking for my jeans," I said sheepishly as I returned to her. I spotted them where I'd kicked them, under the table, and bent to retrieve them as well.When I stood up, holding both her purse and my jeans, she arched her eyebrows."Oh?" she asked archly,. Both myself and Adam waited for around half an hour before making our way up to the room which was in darkness. I opened the door bringing Adam in. Making my way from the short hall way I could see my wife's stocking clad silhouette lying on the bed. I lay beside her kissing her whilst gently rubbing her already very wet cunt. whilst kissing her neck I asked would she like to feel Adams tongue and cock on and in her pussy, she gently answered "yes"At this point I gestured for him to come over. Just saying it makes me wetter, like I am squirting because of what I am doing to this boy, now tentatively pressing his tongue onto my Labia, as I bend my knees outwards to open my thighs even more, to let him into me and my engorged hole, desperate to feel his cock moving in and out of me.I look down on his form again, just to visibly heighten my sexual experience.I am holding his head into my crotch, my hips are rocking to and fro, making small circles as I hump his face, his mouth, his. She feels her nipples harden at thought of her son’s girlfriend. She tries to tell herself that she wasn’t imaging that it was her instead that her son was servicing.Thinking it is too early for anyone else to be up, Joyce doesn’t bother putting on her usual robe when she heads for the bathroom. Thinking of that bath oil, she could use a good soaking in it. But before she heads out the door, she grabs the set of photos she had found in Candace’s underwear drawer. These are the photos she has.