" You been in the back seat already?" he asked her, teasing."Nope. One look and I knew it would never work."Franklin had evidently called ahead, becau...e Mary Jane Jones had fresh coffee and some kind of enormous cookie concoction waiting for us.Like her daughter, Mary Jane was long-legged and lovely. She was neither as tall nor as thin as Juniper, but the resemblance was striking, and Mary Jane looked younger than her age, which I estimated had to be at least mid-forties.She greeted us warmly. "Think about your husband watching you right now. Does he like having a naughty wife that looks at the captain's cock? You want to do more than look, don't you?"Marsha is aflame with desire and lust. She hopes he is watching her. "He knows I have been looking at your cock. It turns him on. I want to do more than look at the captain's cock." What a nice little slut you are. What kind of cock does the captain have? What does a naughty wife like you want to do with it? Will you tell your husband. You remember Uncle Steve, don’t you?”Her gaze flickered down at Sara’s baby bump, just for an instant, but I noticed. I think others did too.“Yes, Mum,” said Sara, lapsing into silence.“Yes ... Come to think,” Daffy continued, “I’ve not heard you ... sing ... like that since he went home. Can I persuade you to sing for us now? Perhaps a duet with Becky?”It had dawned on me by this time that Daffy had figured out what Becky and I had been doing in the shower today, and what Sara and her uncle. ” I told her. She opened the gate, stepped out of her shoes, and said, “Good, it’ll save time.”She dropped her pack and walked to my hot tub while pulling her tank top off as she moved. Needless to say, she was perfect. No bra, she didn’t need it. Her breasts were probably a large B or small C. She was standing next to my hot tub while she slid her shorts teasingly down her legs and off; she wasn’t wearing anything under her shorts either. I guess my staring clued her in that I was a bit.