I strode closer, following the wall and looked to see who else was there. I made out a larger figure sitting behind my wife with arms wrapped around h...r, fondling her breasts and holding her close. The figure continued to kiss her neck as large hands wandered over my wifes soft body. What was happening here I though, looking on and noticing that both my wife and the figure were naked.No-one noticed that I had came back already, so I sat to the side and watched eagerly, wondering what would. I watched her face contort into a mask of pleasure, my fingers working magic on her. Her hands clasped the sheets on the bed as her body writhed under my administrations and her eyes shut as she got lost in delectable ecstasy. Slowly I removed my fingers, not wanting her to cum just yet. ‘Daddy?’ Sky whined as I withdrew my fingers. ‘Why are you stopping?’ I didn’t respond. I merely grinned as my fingers trailed down to her arse, slowly circling her hole, teasing her, making her want and need. " Michael grinned at me."Yeah right!" I rolled my eyes. "You're so confused." No way, listen..." Michael licked his lips. "Does she look like you? How old is she?" My mom?" I narrowed my eyes. "Why?" Just tell me. What's she look like? Is she hot like you?" Hot like me?" I laughed. "She's um, thirty-five and yeah, I guess, she's pretty. I take after her a lot, I guess." Thirty-five?" Michael gave me a little look. "Really? That's not old at all. You're nineteen, so she was..." That's none of. One of the reasons why she liked to sit in the top row of the metal stands was because that private feminine expanse of “beneath the skirt territory” was displayed “innocently” to interested male parties sitting immediately below her almost close enough to reach out and touch her forbidden zone with their “boy in a candy store” greedy fingers.She remembered this wide-eyed boy from the party at her sorority house that first weekend at the academically respected coeducational academy of higher.