As they walked up the stairs John had his hand up her dress trying to finger her pussy, while his other hand pulled her tit out of her dress. My wife ...topped halfway up the stairs and bent down to look back at me. She looked over at me and said is this what you wanted your wife to do baby, get dressed all sexy and let your friend stick his big fat cock into her.All the time John was sliding his fingers into her pussy and groping her breasts. I said yes baby I wanted you to feel good and have a. Sis: Ok, ok, don’t go crazy. I will tell. The thing is, brother, that mom taught me many things when I got my first period. She told me that I can ask her anything if I had any doubt. So I used to asked some crazy stuff.Sis: Mom, I have a doubt.Mom: What is it, honey? Ask me.Sis: I saw a movie in which a guy kisses a girl, and a few days later, she gets pregnant. Will I get pregnant if someone kisses me?Mom: No, dear, it just fake.Sis: Then, how do you get pregnant? Tell me, I want to know.Mom:. I follow you and watch as you pour the wine. You look at me in a way that makes me think you’re wondering if I am still as hard as I was earlier. By the look on your face, I know exactly how wet you are. I thank you for the glass and we both take a drink, locking eyes as we do. We both know what the other is thinking and immediately put down our glasses, almost spilling them over in the rush to have our bodies embrace. We begin to kiss passionately, my hands running over your body as you press. "Most problems come up during the work week. They have to be dealt with right now." She smirked at me. "They build right up to Friday, when you finally collapse."I could understand that. "I'm following you so far." Whereas," Stacie continued, "freelancers have an entirely different rhythm to their lives. Think about it. You get people calling you for gigs first thing Monday morning. People who're worried about the projects they've given you call on Friday. Wednesday is a down day." She smiled.