In this recent days however something had changed a bit. Ourrelationship had subtly changed. Maybe I was giving out some king ofsignal as my sex life ...asn't quite what I would like. My husband and Ihad good sex, but over the months it had gotten a bit stale and Inever enjoyed sex with him. He was also not been caring at times whenit came to my needs, occasionally leaving me high and dry after hisorgasm. How ever my husband Sameer had a strange habit of making meexpose in front other and show. My cock swells inside my pants, and my balls begin to feel hot and loose. "Before I forget Rose I wanted to ask you about a telephone number," I manage to say before erotic thoughts take over my brain."So ask me," says Rose coyly. "You remember when we last met," I say to her. "I had bruises on my back for a week," she says reaching out to stroke my hand. "Mmm," I respond. "Did you put a phone number in my pocket?" I ask her. "Sir I have to confess I did do this deed," she says, clapping her. “Yeah, and I’ll tell you something else…” “Something else!!! You’re k**ding me?” She slapped me on the arm. “I’m serious. I think that maybe Mom’s like me.” “What do you mean ‘Like you’?”“Well…When I went in your room this afternoon, I just went in there to show you I’m not some little girl and…Well…I wanted to see you jerk off on my tits.” She confessed shyly. She was pretty adorable. “Wow! You sure got more than you bargained for, huh?” “Really, right?” She giggled and then took my hand in a. The shorts were so tight that the crotch had invaded the crack of her slit. As she walked, her labia looked like they were trying to wrap themselves around the thin strip of denim separating the two leg holes. What kind of parents would let their daughter run around like that, I wondered. In spite of my disgust, my cock started to twitch in my pants.The girls returned to the table, and I retired to the den to tend to some business. A half-hour later I heard the TV in the living room come on,.