They deposited them and poured a deep, purple wine into them.I sipped it and groaned at the fruity flavor. I had never quite tasted the like. It was s...cculent. I smacked my lips and nodded my enjoyment. She smiled at me. As she headed off, I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap.“My lord,” she said as her breasts bounced before my face, the beaded necklaces sliding over her tits. She rubbed her rump into my hardon. “Is that a service you want here before such lesser eyes?”“I don’t mind an. She turned her face up toward mine and kissed me -- on the lips. It was a tender, feathery kiss, but on the lips.Unlike some families, mine was one where parent and c***d never gave kisses on the lips. We showed lots of affection with tender pats, with emotional hugs, with kisses on the cheeks -- but never with a kiss on the lips.I was momentarily dazed. Her lips were warm, her hair smelled fresh as flowers from her shower and shampoo. My nostrils were filled with the scent of her freshly. " She finished that lastpart with a barely perceptible "poor me" pout. My God, my sweet wife wasworking these two marks like a pro, but it wasn't over, and there wasstill a dangerous tension in the air.Her advance went unnoticed by the guy with the baseball cap."Ha...I'd be happy to give you a ride, but I'm not sure if that's what youreally want." He smirked stupidly at his friend holding out a hand toreceive a high-five, as if his innuendo was too subtle for my poor losthousewife to pick up.. “Oh God Dean, I’m going to cum now.”“Not yet Sarah, I exclaimed, wait till your Mom leaves in 10 minutes and we will do this properly.”“Ok Dean.”However, I couldn’t bear the thought of her waiting another ten minutes to cum. I wanted her to explode now.As I continued to finger fuck her I heard Ivona finishing up her phone call. I quickly pulled my finger out of Sarah and sat up-right on the couch and fixed my hair.Ivona walked back into the living room to find Sarah and me just talking like.