I slip a hand over my mound, my thighs opening to give better access, my other hand moving to my breast, kneading it gently. My breathing picks up as...my earlier desires hit me full force and I squeeze my breast harder, my hips rocking up against my hand as my belly clenches. I slide my hand into the tight confines of my leggings, letting my fingers run teasingly down my slit, already slippery with my juices. I push my middle finger slowly between my lips, my palm pressing against my clit,. Diane was a slim five-foot-two and stayed that way throughout our ten year marriage. She was dedicated to fitness and that included involving our children as well. She was a stay-at-home mom, so she had the time, whereas I was a working stiff pulling an eight-to-five shift. I was on my feet most of the day and, after fighting rush hour traffic, I was tired by the time I got home. The last thing I wanted to do was to jump into some shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers and head to the gym or go for a. “Maybe I could do it Mom, I do have a business degree.” replied Madison. Tracey hesitated, it was an idea but she really didn’t want to expose her little girl to that oppressive boss. Brenda wouldn’t mistreat Madison because I would protect her, Tracey thought to herself. “Well Ok honey, we can give it a try I guess”said Tracey. “Great,my first real world job!”replied Madison. The next day Tracey was showing Madison the ropes in the office. The characteristic clacking of Brenda’s large heels. So I wasn't surprised when Frankie pulled me to my room and said there had been a slight change in the plan for the night."We're going to do something nice for Jake," she said. "And so he won't get the wrong idea, we're all going to participate. You stay right here, and keep this thing warmed up for me, because I'll be back in half an hour at the most." She patted my penis while she spoke.Of course there was no way I was going to stay right there, staring at the door, wondering what this insane.