It was looking like both women were trying to suck up the whole juices of pleasure from some imagine lemon. The dildo was like a funny piston in that ...onstrous passion machine. For both women the world had disappeared and only they and that strange thing, that funny, and ridiculous tool for love playing between them existed like last remaining from a forgotten universe. In that cosmic scene of faery and stately explosion of love and lust no one heard a small inessential and unremarkable short. When Judy caught her other hand, pulling it between her thighs, Joann made no resistance.The soft wetness of her daughter's cunt was delicious contrast to the hardness of her son's cock. She made a hissing sound as her hand jacked on her son's cock, the other feeling of Judy's fiery young cunt. She rubbed the puffy pussylips, prodded the swollen clit. Judy wiggled her ass, scooting to the edge of the couch. She was holding her brother's balls tightly, watching her mother with smoldering. "Well, well, well" she said, turning to me. "Two fantasies in one ... you wear my lingerie, and you imagine me being fucked ... well we shall just have to see what we can do about that, won't we".We talked long into the night. I came clean about my fantasies and I told her how long I had been addicted to wearing lingerie for.In the end we agreed that I could never stop dressing up, so from then on she agreed that I could dress up, whenever I got the urge to do so. She even agreed to me. He still loved her, but he hated what he had become. Penny admitted she was not really happy with things as they were either. After some discussion, they both agreed the best option was to split up. Until they could sell the house, they would sleep in separate beds and split chores. Other than meals, they would just avoid each other as much as possible.After their talk, Penny called Kris to tell her what had happened. They had not spoken since that night. She told Kris that she would be.