Gracie was wearing the same outfit from earlier. They must have finished supper because my wife was cleaning off the table. After about 15 minutes of ...leaning up, my wife went over and stood in front of Jake and pulled her swimsuit top down, revealing her c-cup tits. She shoved her chest into his face and began kissing the top of his head. Meanwhile, the young redhead focused on my wife’s breasts. He was fondling them, followed by gentle kisses. Gracie shoved a tit into his mouth and he. "What has you turned on my little honeypot?" he grinned as we started back to the dining room. "Been thinking about 'temptation?'"John called me his 'honeypot' because of the way my pussy flowed with juices when I got aroused; he loved to lap at them."Yes," I grinned back looking down at the bulge in his trousers "and I'm sure you've been thinking about it too."He laughed then raised an eyebrow."Would you?" he asked quietly "If the opportunity arose?" With Ian or Gary?" I mused, "I don't know.. “Sorry!” Mike apologised, gazing at my breasts.“It’s ok, they seem to have a mind of their own.” I replied with a nervous giggle.“They are lovely.” he mumbled almost incoherently as he gazed at them, and gave an anxious glance to his wife sitting by his side.“Thank you kind sir!” I replied, my nervousness being bravely replaced by a hint of defiant confidence at the obvious disapproval of the fully clothed woman. I breathed in deeply and thrust them out even more.“My pleasure,” he replied again. 'WTF', rang through me head, a sudden anger welling up inside me, I have been rejected, after offering my pussy to an old man to pleasure himself with, and I had stopped at the top of the stairwell in disbelief and self-righteous pity, when his door suddenly opened and he appeared and I ran into his open arms.We stood for a few moments behind his closed door, suddenly listening to my mothers footsteps climbing up towards his front door. We held our breaths as she walked past and continued up to.