I stood behind my mother in law as the elevator started to go down. Now what you have to understand is, I have never looked at my mother in law in a s...xual way before this happened. It wasn't because she wasn't attractive or anything. But she was on the chubby side (not that I mind or anything) but she was my mother in law! Anyways she had her hand behind her back at the time, and the elevator instead of going up had gone to the basement instead first. The door opened and three more people. "Smoldering; HA!" I heard her giggling happily all the way down the stairs.I stepped into the shower feeling that I had given myself a present.As it happens, George was only to happy to go with Jody. It was time for him to pick her up when she came down the stairs looking elegant in a long black dress with a slit high up the thigh."Do you think the stocking tops show too much with the slit in this skirt? They are a little short for me. Don't want to look like a tramp, you know." You're asking. "Hello, hand," she said.Bob lost the nipple when he laughed. She spread her legs to give him room to work, and his mouth returned to her breast. This was the eleventh night of their marriage, the eleventh night of her sexual activity; but a pattern had already been set. He would leave that breast to return to her mouth, he would be on the other breast when she climaxed. The pattern was reassuring. For one thing, she would climax. This tension -- half pleasure, half irritation -- would come to. My whole world changed the moment I saw her walk into the bar, sporting a sexy black sequined, plunging neckline, very short cocktail dress and black stiletto heels. There was no mistaking it was Amy. I could tell by her walk and her smile.She walked straight towards me. I stood up, arms extended, palms up and smiled. We hugged like old friends do, only I didn’t want to let go.“Forget the chat,” I said, “You’re going home with me!”Amy chuckled.“I’m serious,” I quickly shot back.“Let’s at least.