You read and smile…and you respond..after all, you are safe behind the keyboard and maybe you’ll have a little sexy banter to start the day.ME –...I check my email and find an intriguing little response. I answer; she responds and wants pic; I say no – lets meet in person and be adventurous; she says okay!!!Act 2 – Scene 1YOU – The tingle is more pronounced as you drive to the little pub on the east side. You put it out of your head and park. The cool breeze blows through your hair as you put on. To make my life easier at school, I have made myself an expert with cards. Nothing breaks the ice better than a good card trick. Just recently my sister, who is two years older than me has taken over from Mum as Dads assistant on stage. She has a similar figure to Mum, but of course a lot younger but she wears all of Mum's old costumes, which can be pretty revealing.In the off season, when we are back home, Dad usually performs at Stag and Dinner Club do's, comparing and doing tricks between. "Mmmmmmm," she cooed softly while his fingers lovingly kneaded the pliant flesh of her breasts. Jason understood her and her needs. When they made love, it was that - love. "Not shameless, free."They were free, she realized. It was during such moments as this that it became obvious just how free they were. How many women could tell their husbands they had just balled their teenage nephew and find their husbands ready and willing to make love to them? The number she knew could be counted on one. I just reached around and held onto both of her breasts as I forced my limp cock into the crack of her ass.She wiggled back at me playfully and then a strange woman said, “You must be Bridget’s husband. Obviously you are glad to see me. Just let me rinse this soap off first and then maybe I can help you with that problem.”I was mortified. I stood there in shock as she rinsed off the soap and then turned around to face me. I had never in my life seen that woman before. She pressed her breasts.