Husbands and wives were well separated at the dinner table and Bob found himself sat between an exotic brunette in a tight black dress with a split up...to the thigh and a buxom blonde also in a sexy black dress with a tight bodice that pushed her ample busoms up so high that her nipples were almost protruding. For once in his life he didn't know quite where to put his hands, if he put them under the table he knew he would be tempted to reach over and rest his hand on the stocking-clad thigh. With empty coffee cup in hand, I headed for the kitchen to give my regards to Mabel, the cook. And hopefully talk her out of another cup of coffee, and a fresh biscuit.Mabel was glad to see me, and did, in fact have a fresh biscuit with homemade blackberry jam. She also scrounged up a large plastic coffee cup, which she filled with fresh hot coffee."You's can take that there cup with ya, Michael," Mabel said with a mischievous grin, "on the condition you brings it back yore self, when I ain't. When we got there mum jumped on the bed and opened her legs wide, gran stood and the bottom looking down on her, now it was my turn to get them onto the bed and fuck them both together,I came behind gran and started to kiss her neck, she flung her head back, slowly I started to stripe her, once I got to her bra and panties I turned her towards mum, she had a smile on her face,“how do you feel mum” she asked,“Un-believably horny” she panted,I unclipped her bra and let it drop to the floor, her. “Oh no”, I was shocked to see the dust almost pillaging my white t-shirt. I ignored it and moved on to pick out other stuff when she interrupted – “Aap yeh shirt nikal do, daag lag jayega (Please take this shirt off otherwise it’ll get stained)”, she suggested shyly. I hesitated at first but then I didn’t think it was much of a big deal.She’s surely seen me shirtless before, I thought and took the shirt off. I started picking out other heavy showpieces and boxes. All were riddled with dust.