Away from the prying eyes of the bar, she started to flirt more overtly. Mandy’s breasts jiggled as she worked the flippers, her gold cross bouncing...on her chest. When it was my turn, she touched my arm, so I leaned in for a kiss. She pulled away and put her hand up to block me. “I can’t do this,” she said. “No worries,” I said, backing away. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. Maybe you should talk to Ted and get his permission to fool around. Maybe he will surprise. As I did so I realized my wife had come into the room and was standing behind me. “Thinking about this morning?” she whispered, nudging my shoulder. “So am I.” She took my hand and rubbed it against the front of her jeans, which were moist. Her panties were obviously sopping wet and soaking through the denim. I turned on the couch and tried to press my face against her crotch. “Stop it, you!” she whispered, laughing. “The kids are in the house.” “I can’t wait to get you in bed again,” I. More

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