I guess she must of noticed me staring at her crotch, because she looked up from her book and asked me what I was looking at. I said, "nothing mom, yo... just have a hole in your PJs." She looks down and says, "oops, guess I do. But I'm sure there's nothing there you've never seen before." I mumble a response and turn my attention back to the TV. On the TV, as luck would have it, was a commercial for a diabetes medication. This caught mom's attention since dad had Type 2 diabetes. Mom said, "Oh,. " "Aw, come on... Are you even planning on going?" Tracy managed a pouty look without consciously trying, and Casey smiled a little. "Well, I guess... It's just... I dunno. I'll go." Casey smiled wider, and changed tack. "So who are you going with, Tracy?" All eyes centered on Tracy, and she had absolutely no idea how to answer. "Ummm, well, no one's really asked me." Sarah and Tara looked on with what could be considered shock, while Casey seemed thoughtful. "How about we go together then?. He held her arse cheek in his hand as they walked. "Its my favourite bit of the weekend" he whispered in her ear, and glancing down he could see how hard her nipples were. She always felt sexy in that dress, and they both got off on it - men and women would sideye her whenever she wore it. As they passed the ticket machine he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her, filthy thoughts drifting through both of their heads. She felt his cock pressing against her belly through his trousers, and. “All this is his idea then?” Trish nodded as she picked up a large metal ring, “He always insists that the husband of the wife he fucks wears one. He likes to personally fit them as well.” “WHAT?” “Abe likes to fit them himself,” she told me, “likes to keep one of the keys as well.” “Bloody hell!” Trish smiled at me as she fed my now limp cock through the ring, “I thought I would spare you that humiliation but I will send him a key.” I said nothing. Trish was now pulling the ring gently.