.. all the while never admitting that he had been just as moved as she by what they'd shared. It was hard to get a handle on all of it. “I'm scared,...Willow, of everything, and I don't know where else to turn. I honestly feel like I'm on the edge of something terrible, and I... I believe earnestly that they'll know what's in my heart better than I do. I fear you're in danger." He sighed, looking up. He hadn't eaten anything, but now he didn't want to. He wanted to take her home and keep her. . Jesus why don't you let me take a look for you and save you waiting till Monday?"Feeling uncomfortable I said "Nah, it's ok, I can wait 'til Monday." Why not? You don't need to feel embarrassed I've seen your dads enough times." I answered back knowing what it was like arguing with mom, she was like a dog with a bone when she had an opinion."That's different." How?" mom responded. "Once you've seen one you've seen them all, besides you've all got the same plumbing." Then she started to. After a while Lynda stopped worshipping sally's breasts and pulled her own faded 'T' shirt off above her head. In doing this she revealed her own smaller pert breasts. Her own nipples were stiff though certainly not standing out as much as my wife's. Lynda resumed kissing my wife and in doing so the naked flesh of their breasts rubbed together.Watching the two women together was exciting for me. I enjoyed the exhilaration of watching my wife doing something which I had never seen her do before.. The two girls went upstairs to change into their nightclothes. Sarah chose a pair of rather conservative silk pajamas to wear. Stacey, though she had a pair almost exactly like them, elected instead to go with a knee-length red T-shirt. As an added enticement she removed her bra, allowing her generous breasts to bounce and jiggle in a most sexy way. She waited for Sarah to make some comment on her attire, to maybe tell her that it wasn't exactly appropriate for her household, but if anything.