I would tell my wife how he would stare at her and how it turned me on. I would love it when I was outside our house talking to him and as my wife cam... outside; he would forget I was there and focus on her. My wife would get turned by this as well, but she never indicated if she would push it to the next level. I figured maybe she was too scared, but I was totally wrong. One day, she called me at work and told me to come home early at 3. She told me to go to the kitchen and look outside at the. Neither do I.Free of restraint, my cock bounces like a demented yo-yo. She watches and unconsciously runs the tip of her tongue along the edge of glossy lips. An involuntary shiver courses down my spine, through my stomach, and into to my cock, which throbs with what feels like a mini-orgasm.Then she catches me by surprise."You do it," she whispers. "And tell me when you're close. I'll take you the last little way." And with that, she hoists up her cello and begins to play.It's a chamber music. I slowly again started sucking the boobs giving it my 100% of attention taking turns in sucking themOne boob at a time sucking it trying to eat it, push it into my mouth completely, circling the nipples biting them pulling them, massaging the other boob slowly just like getting it ready for the action to follow, this went on in a rhythmic way making her boobs turn red from white and nipples wet and red as if out of boiling water bath.Her top body was completely wet with my licks and kisses,. The following weekend Kate came over to us, as soon as Sara saw her she said, 'Oh, it's you Nana, isn't it You're the one Daddy's been making love with. Oh, how nice!' She grabbed her grandmother and kissed her. There was no point in denying it and we were soon talking about Sara's involvement. Kate told her that she had nothing to worry about as no-one would say anything but there was one thing she would insist on. 'Oh, what's that then, Nana' Sara asked. 'Why dear, we have to get you.