You do all those conversations concerning cooking, housing, washing secrets. When the day of visiting her mom came I felt sad because I was expecting ...his visit. But anyway, we got into the car and drove away.The visit started out the same as usual. We arrived there just by the dinner. Her mom had cooked a nice French dish with spicy gravy. Though I was tired from the long road, I was happy to savor such tasty meal, because my mother in law was a great cook. We talked what we all had been doing. I brought my body closer to him. My rolls became shorter. My tits brushed against his chest and nipples pressed through the fabric of my bra. His hands ran the length on my back–gliding down it's natural slope and around my ass. The more I moved, the more he was getting comfortable with touching me, only not in the spots where I needed him.I stopped. His eyes popped open and arms fell. "Enjoying the dance?" I asked."Yeah," he replied breathlessly."Can you handle more or should I stop?" "Keep. Now, are you going to finish your story, or are you going to read Trotsky to me and make Mr. Happy run out of batteries for nothing? They’re not free, you know,’ she quipped. I was laughing so hard. So you’re a slut and a comedian? ‘Oh come on, you’re hurting my feelings,’ she laughed out loud. I said, ‘I wish I could be there and watch you with Mr. Happy, my cock is jumping just from thinking of watching you play with your self. ‘Ohhhh, I’m sooo wet,’ she moaned quietly, ‘I wish I could watch. I pinched them again, and let go, laughing loudly, as she began to sob hysterically. “Put your hands on top of your head, and stand still.” I said, “I’m going to strip you, and take some pictures, and then we’ll see what else we’re going to do, I’m so going to enjoy this.” I said.I stood in front of her, and raised my hand to the top button on her white cotton blouse, and popped it undone. I then did the same with the next, and then the next, until her blouse was open to the waist, then I.