Slowly she rubbed her clit so lightly letting her fingers slide down into the folds of her lips and feeling the heat emitting from her own body. Massa...ing it ever so gently and softly, almost not touching it. Rubbing her breasts with her other hand, cupping them one at a time and than pinching her own nipples she closed her eyes and went into her own zone of pleasure. Letting her mind wonder into a place she called her own; fantasy of her man, her lover. With her eyes closed she continued to. Vicki stood there with the flannel shirt open and her hands pulling on a zipper that went from the front of her jeans, between her legs, to the back of the pants and allowed them to become two separate pieces. ‘And just how can I help, may I ask?’ ‘Well, first of all I need you to help me get this zipper open, it’s jammed, and then I want you to stick that beautiful cock of yours deep inside of me just like last night. After that I want you to fuck me right here and you fill me with another. ” I took a swig.“Nonsense, if you're old enough to fuck my wife, you're old enough to drink my beer.”I choked on the mouth full of beer and instantly panicked. I was looking at Sam in a way bordering on fear.“It's okay, Billy, Jennifer told me what happened. I just wanted to tell you, thank you. It's been a long time since she's been this happy.”I sat there dumbfounded, unable to speak.“Jennifer told me everything, including that you know our special circumstances. I just wanted you to. "Are you serious? Is this some kind of joke?" I blurted out.She looked hurt at first when that look went away she said, "Why would you even think that?" You said that the nurse was your sister and that..." I had so many mixed emotions, I couldn't finish my sentence.I took a deep breath and tried to settle my emotions down. After a while, I felt some kind of pull going to the newly restored egg shell, and towards the woman next to me. I took a closer look towards those feelings that were pulling.