"The shuffling of booted feet had been increasing and at this point a voice which in the days of the wet navies would have been described as "a quarte...deck voice" thundered from behind McCock,"Majesty!!" and in the pause that ensued, it went on at a lower volume,"McCock, outside; Admiral Cunningham and Admiral Rowan, above your pay scales, please wait outside. Major Logan."McCock turned and saw the tight faced First Lord, standing beside his seated wife, the Home Fleet commander, and the seated. I looked up towards where his voice drifted from, and got an eyeful, he was leaning over the banister in a pair of skin-tight briefs and a broad smile.Dropping his hand onto his bulge he smiled even more broadly, adding a 'Hi aunt Mariel', giving himself a squeeze, somehow I felt it was more for my benefit.Just then his Mom walked-in with his ironed shirt and looked up, his erection was straining the stitching in his underpants, and she shook her head.'Just like your fucking father', shaking. "That is this one done, Peggy. How are the rest doing?" They seem settled, Trevor darling, but I find myself counting them every so often, just so I have all five accounted for. Can we have a kiss and a cuddle while we wait for the next one to start crying?" I don't see why not, Peggy. We won't get much of a break, though, going on past experience. Come here, then, and sit on my lap. You deserve a kiss for your helpfulness."They were enjoying the quiet togetherness when they heard a muffled. She hold the phone to her ear with her left hand, her index finger on her right hand strokes the lace top of her hold ups and her skit is lifted.He answers the phone with his usually breezy voice, her whole body spasms, and she feels her cunt run with her juices. They chat and her fingers stroke further up the thigh, her fingers slide inside her moist knickers, her finger starts to circle her firm clit.He asks what she is doing, she tells him to guess. He's reply is you naughty girl , how wet.