Then after draining her third glass of port, she poured out her and Jim’s whole sexual history, in every living detail and in glorious color, even to the point of her fondness for using the front seat of the family sedan to satisfy neighbors and members of the church. Cindy began screaming as wave after wave of orgasm swept her from Frannie pounding Bob and the sympathetic fucking she was getting. “Your turn in the bath Bobbie lover, get yourself ready for me.”
Bob got up also on unsteady legs and went into the bath. After all there could be no evidence. “It sounds like some psychological mumbo jumbo, yet it has a certain delicious wicked appeal to it.”
“Bobbie honey, get undressed, your mother has seen you naked before, show her your cock.” Ordered Cindy. Jim opted out saying all that walking in his dress shoes had caused a painful blister, and Frannie volunteer to stay home with him.
