Perplexed by my answer, Vicki took my hand off of her pussy and shoved it my way while she sarcastically said, “Okay, hotshot, and just how would yo... know about that?” “Babe, calm down, it’s a common negotiation tactic, that’s how,” I replied. “Oh, okay, Hon’, I’m sorry for snipping at you like that. You know more about negotiating than I ever will,” Vicki replied with an apologetic tone to her voice. All of a sudden a creepy thought crossed my mind. “Is my naughty wife thinking about selling. We almost got caught by my mother, Ben had a cook's apron on so was able to dropthat over his spittle covered, seconds from unloading, rampant cunt filler.After dinner, we all sat on mum's large sofa with her in the middle - no chance of himaccidentally brushing his arm against my hard nipples or us feeling each other's bums.Mum's not a heavy drinker but I noticed that during the film we were watching, Bentook every opportunity to top up mum's wine glass and I was certain I saw him slipsome. Startled and falling, Peter reached over, missed Barbara's shoulder but found a rather softer portion of her anatomy. He fell back and pulled her robe with him. The entire front of her robe opened before him. He awkwardly fell further against the wall and sat down at the same time. His hand pulled her body forward and down. The end result was not unlike some dirty comics of the era. His open mouth found it suddenly covered with a lip like structure. His reactions were automatic.Barbara found. Look, first and foremost, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trick you or cause you any upset.”I glanced and Nicola and could see she agreed with me. “We’re not upset about anything you did. You offered to share your table and we shared a good evening. At least until that prick came over.”“Thank you, there is a bit more.” Nicola giggled and we both looked at her.“I felt it.” She suddenly blushed and looked back and forth between Alice and me.“Oh, god!” Alice put her head in her hands.“Nic!”“Sorry.”.