As you’re gagged you need to point with your left index finger if you want me to stop, I can stop anytime from that finger’.Her eyes smiled, I str...ked her face, and flowing black hair, savouring how I was going to use * as my orgasm slave, thoughts of my wife far from my mind. I lifted her amazing tits out of the nightie, my hands and mouth all over them, with one hand running down the inside of her legs, which opened with no question, but I avoided the pussy for now, I wanted to make her. I have moved into a mobile home in one of the upmarket caravan parks, I am only renting for I don’t know what path she or myself will take; so to answer your question the wife is no longer part of the equation”. It was almost as though a magician had come along and wiped her expression from one of doubt and fear and replaced it with one of hope and permanent happiness. “Oh! Rick does that mean we ... we could get together again”. Before he could answer she was up and again in an embrace. This. Mom must have heard me come in and called to me from her bedroom, asking me to come in there with her. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a dress, which was unusual. She’s the jeans type of mom. I didn’t make anything of it at the time, but she was wearing makeup and perfume too. She patted the bed next to her and asked me to sit next to her.“Chris, I wanted to talk to you about Nicole. You are having sex with her, aren’t you?”I started to say something, what I’m not sure, but. Her whole attitude had changed ... and, now that he looked closer, so had her choice of clothing.Caitlin normally slept in a nightie - once upon a time, her choices had been more revealing, but as he’d slowly given up on masking his lustful gaze, she’d responded by wearing clothes that covered up more and more of her flesh.Nothing as much as this, however. She was dressed in slacks and a sweatshirt, an outfit he’d never, ever seen her in. It exposed less skin than anything he ever remembered.