She would find out eventually. She had heard the term before but never really understood what the boys were talking about. Reaching for it she touched...the oily goo and smeared it around her stomach."It feels ... funny," she said lifting her hand to her face to examine it closer. John smiled."I thought it was best if I didn't cum inside of you." He watched as her brows furrowed with confusion."Why?" He chuckled."I don't want to get you pregnant." She thought about it. Even though she lacked sex. The thought that she was my friend’s mother made it only more exciting. I asked her how she remained without fucking all these years. She said she did not. That increased the excitement even more and I asked the name of the man who fucked her. She refused to tell me and told me to continue fucking. I’ll tell u all later all aaahhh”She came to her climax at least twice before she had a large orgasm and we rested in each other’s arms. I slipped my hands down to stroke her lovely thighs. They were. I went out and told Doris to tell Sandra I would be back as I had a call to make. She smiled and said she hoped I was able to help them. We all headed for the courthouse. I parked in front and waited while they found parking spots. We went in the front door together and headed for the prosecutors office. I walked in while the others waited in the hallway for me. He was waiting for me and handed me the court order and the power of attorney."Harry, I know this clerk you're talking about and she. Oh ... you want I should finish you off?"I was kinda pissed suddenly. Here my wife had faked this whole sext correspondence, never once letting on to the fact that it was she who was communicating with her BFF & not me. I'd been used as a prop. Got me all hot & bothered & hard, showing me all the texts as they came in & all the randy replies she was making, all the naked images her friend was sending, etc. And then she's all: "Oh yeah ... you want me to finish you off?" WTF!?!So she leaned over.