My arm around her hip would slide down her thigh with a little pressure. She started to warm up a bit. We met back up with her mom and grabbed some fo...d from Firehouse Subs (my favorite). On the way home, we were in the backseat, both of us feeling frisky. You guys know what I'm talking about with what happened. We were petting a lot, and she bit my neck a few times. My hand was sliding inside her thigh, and she was slowly opening her legs inviting me. Her mom had been busy on her cell phone. I could barely walk but one look in the mirror and i thought wow i look hot.Anyway i sat and waited before arthur knocked on the door and said come upstairs to the rear bedroom where he was waiting with Ken.Now my heart was racing and my cock was erect and leaking cum.I started to make my way slowly upstairs barely able to walk with the long heels,i pushed the door open and walked in and both Ken and Arthur were sitting on the sofa.As i walked in Ken got up and walked upto me,grabbed my hand. My wife has nicely shaped breasts with perky dark nipples, which stood out clearly. He asked her to raise her right hand and then started checking her right breast. With his bare hands, he felt up her underarm and all around her breast in a circular motion with three fingers pressing the flesh of her breasts. He asked her if she ever had a discharge from her nipple. She said no, but he still pressed a finger on her nipple, bending it to one side and lightly squeezing it. He then lowered her. "I guess I also thought, since you were drunk enough to not realize it was me, you were also drunk enough to not remember what you did."Janelle sat there for another minute looking at the floor. "Not that drunk," she whispered."Excuse me?" I responded."I wasn't that drunk." she said. "I knew something was different, but I figured that because of the alcohol."She was silent for a short time. Then she continued, "I remember everything." Oh crap." I said to myself. I wasn't sure how she was.