“It’s alright for you,” he said to Jack, “you had Angela, god mate, everybody wanted her, she was fucking gorgeous, always was, right up to th... end. There’s no justice mate, god takes a lovely lady like Angela and leaves that miserable cow l’m stuck with. But that Granddaughter of yours mate, she’s got her grandmother’s figure alright, l’ll swear she wasn’t wearing a bra, those beauties were bouncing around, that top she was wearing was hardly covering them, you can’t tell me you’re not tempted. I scooted over on the bed againsther, both on our stomachs, to make sure we had bodycontact. I wanted to see if she would jump up. She didnot. I felt her hand rubbing my back and then downacross my lower back, near my rear end. We were bothfully clothed of course. I knew at that point that she was probably not doing itby accident. Without taking my eyes off the TV, I rolledover on my left side, so my crotch was facing her. I wasvery excited when she rolled over too, so her rear waspressed. I reached underneath the full skirts of thegown to slide off the satin knickers. I slid oft the bolero jacket andmy teeth savaged his hard little nipples through the satin bodice of MYwedding gown. I knew now what my husband had felt that time when he hadtaken me on our bridal bed and I was detennined to do the same.My hand slid and grasped the tremblingly hard pole of filial flesh.running up and down the rubber covered length, but I was not going tohave that and I rolled onto my back and,. He had given it a lot of thought since he had first seen Kim. On occasions she would be wearing a blouse and probably a tie. This might be used to hide the real identity, but even that did not really work: as soon as her blouse was loosened by an inquiring hand - and he had been told to provide for that possibility - it would too soon become apparent. Of course that hand would be disabused as soon as it came into contact with a nipple ring and the corset but that was a later stage when hands.