"She squirmed under me. Then I could smell her. She was aroused and horny. And she could see it from my eyes that I knew that. Those dark eyes were fl...shing again."You need to get me to your lap first, buster."Could it be? She was teasing me now. Or then not. I released her hands and quickly touched her hair and the sides of her breasts on the way. I was taking my chance now, hoping that I had read the impression on the corner of her mouth correctly. Once she got standing she flashed a grin and. There had to be some resolution to theconflict I was experiencing. But what? What happy solution couldthere be to this mess I found myself in?I sat at the kitchen table simmering in self-pity for a while.Finally, I decided to get moving. I hoped that if I just didsomething - anything - that maybe I could find a way. I began to workon breakfast. I set four places at the table on the patio; trying toignore the fact that one of the places was for my wife's lover - myfirst man.I then went into the. Don’t worry, it would be weird if you didn’t have a hard on in here, mom or no mom.” She leans in “Sorry, I can’t kiss it and make it better, but I’m flattered,” she teasingly strokes it walking past me. Then stops. “Ignore that, force of habit, it’s this place, you know? “ There is a slight hardness to her I hadn’t seen before, her voice has even changed, even the way she stands is radiating a toughness. “One more thing, you might see someone else you know working here. You never saw her,. She threw an arm around Jack’s neck and she held his face tight to her breast as he chewed on her nipple. She gasped and twisted in her seat, pinned down by Jack and teased furiously by my fingers buried deep in her slippery pussy. After several torturous moments at the mercy of Jack and I, we relented and let the exasperated Angel relax. She sat in the pussycream-coated seat, gasping for air and trembling as her prolonged orgasm tore through her subsiding slowly and leaving her spasming.