“Hey.” I smiled back, and sat at the breakfast bar beside Lana. I heard footsteps, and my younger daughter, Carrie, hurried into the kitchen, look...ng anxious.“What’s wrong?” I asked her.“I can’t find my bathing suit.” she frowned.“Did you look in the laundry? I cleaned a few bathing suits last night.” Mom informed her granddaughter. Carrie gave her a big smile and hurried to the laundry room.As Carrie left, Leona came into the kitchen. I offered a weary smile to my littlest sister, and Mom put. I decided to be bold.“Katie, help me out. I want you to stroke Cee’s breasts with me.”She didn’t hesitate. Kneeling once again between Cee’s legs, she could easily fill her hands with the delight she was coming to know so well. I kissed Cee more and she moved her closest hand onto the growing bulge in my pants. I leaned into her touch.“Katie, I see you’ve been helping Nick by doing what he asked you to do. Now I want you to help him by doing what I ask you to do. Keep rubbing my breasts. My wife was in our house a good 200 feet away and I felt pretty safe in setting down with my shorts around my ankles and jacking off. I’d done this many times before and would always hear when someone came in. I was close to cuming when I heard “What the fuck are you doing !!!” I quickly turned my head to the door way and saw my wife with her hands on her hips, glaring at me, cock still in hand. I was stunned and couldn’t reply. She had to have snuck in quietly to see what I was doing.. The four-post bed was massive and either a real antique or a very faithful recreation of the frame of a old four post bed. Mary walked over and put her hand on the mattress, it was new, maybe never even used, and bare of sheets. The very modern parts were the first-generation flat screen TV above the door and the wireless phones on the table next to the fireplace on the ball room side of the room. A few steps and she picked up the phone, not surprisingly it was dead. Mary looked down and saw it.