Have you gone back to Weiss or are you still Rachel Dell? Or should I call you something else?” I wondered.“Call me ‘Mom.’ I’m your mother-i...-law now. Even if we are almost the same age. And no, I haven’t gone back to Weiss. That was Sarah’s thing. Her way of sticking it to her old man. She’s likely to remain angry at him for how he treated me. She’s very fierce in defending me, you know. And for now, I believe that I will be bad and have the clam chowder. One of the treif foods that did appeal. Only two slim straps seemed to hold up her flimsy garment, which Alan was now almost certain was some type of lingerie. He moved down a little, and any doubts were eradicated. Julie's breasts had been pushed up in a truly gravity-defying manner, and for a moment Alan fiercely regretted being deprived of his sight. He carefully brushed the straps aside, and peeled down the silky fabric. He felt Julie helping him along. He was starting to wonder whether or not he could reach up for a kiss from. "Think I forgot how to drive safe just because I had cousins in the car." No. It's just..."I hugged her again. "You know I'm a safe driver." I know but..."Want to compare traffic tickets?" I asked with a grin. "We could go lifetime, the last year, the last three months, or just the weekend."Mom blushed. She'd gotten a ticket on the way to Seattle. She averaged three of four a year. "That's not the point," she protested."And the point would be?"Mom looked exasperated.Dad laughed. "Give it up.. Nothing scientific. Just enjoy yourself girl she told herself and reckon Mike was enjoying being spanked. Mike was getting more pleasure from the spanking than even Zoe thought. In fact he found the whole sensation of submitting to his wife, bent across her lap, his bottom being spanked, really electric and was so glad the two women made him accept it. He was so aroused and knew his penis was rubbing against his wife’s thigh but didn’t want to cum. That would spoil it but he was getting so.