About a week later my wife was going to a friends wedding in California, she told us at the dinner table – and I slid my hand up her mothers thigh u...der her skirt past her thigh highs and straight to her panties. I found her wet already – her eyes glassed over while my fingers found her wetness, with her daughter sitting at the table I finger fucked her mother. When the doorbell rang my wife ran to get it I looked her mother right in the eye, when she is in California you belong to me, I pumped. And lived in a rural area of Cambridgeshire. I didn’t know to what I was supposed to ‘consent’ to but that was the law. Even so, I was at 16, an innocent, winsome lass. Petite, pretty, blond, perky breasts in their early budding. I was proud of my shape and looks. I had learned about some sexual things earlier when riding and straddling a very large horse. There was some bleeding; my Mum took me to her doctor. It was the first time I had fingers in my fanny; it’s what I called it then,. E. no sex since her husband had been stricken with MS some years ago, and could no longer perform.So we chatted for a while and agreed to meet up in a local seedy hotel – not that I wanted anything seedy, more it would shield us from prying eyes. It was a bit strained at first until we both realised, we both wanted the same thing – sex. So we slipped quietly to room 103, a spacious and well appointed room, and quaffed the prosecco that I had ordered beforehand. She began by slipping off her. He’s in charge, and I expect full cooperation.”Turning back to Sergeant Higgins, Jeff continued, “It goes without saying that I expect you to conduct this investigation just as you would any similar one. My wives will not expect any special privileges ... Ah, shit. Do the excellent job you always do, and if you need anything I can help with, call me.”When the Sergeant was out of earshot, a grinning General turned to Jeff, “Colonel, take your women on down to the Retreat and try to get their.