’ ‘OK. Jess, this is a wonderful meal. You are really special.’ I said ‘Thanks’ as I sat back down and poured the remains of the bottle in ...both our glasses. We spoke little in the next few minutes savoring the earthy smell and smoky taste of the Merlot. Jon pushed back in his chair and gave the look of a completely satisfied man. ‘That was absolutely great! Thanks again.’ He said. I went to the stove and got the warmed bowl of chocolate sauce and stopped by the fridge to get the canister of. As David struggled with the decision to go downstairs, he heard his mother call up to him. “I’m just popping out David, I might be a while.” David did not go to the top of the stairs, he merely called out from his doorway. “Okay mum, bye.”When he heard the sound of the front door closing, he went downstairs, he knew that this reprieve was going to be short lived, for his mother would return eventually.Mary Baker walked along the street towards her friends house. It was at times like this. “Debbie? What’s going on? And why did you let the boys kiss your nipples? Won’t your husband be angry if he finds out?”“Actually, no. I’ll explain everything to you later. For now, don’t worry and let’s enjoy the sun.”We sunbath for an hour or so while making small talk.Early Saturday afternoonWe put back on our bikini tops and go in to prepare lunch. When lunch is ready I tell Jenny to go get the boys. She finds them at their computer and starts to yell. “Debbie! What the hell!”I come. You're all worked up, your clit is throbbing, I can even see through the dress that your nipples are hard. And on the other hand, you feel angry. The anger of not getting what you want, the anger of having to wait to get my cock. You decide you want to torture me as much as I do you, so you slip your heel off your right foot, and then you extend your leg until you can feel my leg. Your foot is wandering up on my inner thigh until you reach my crotch, starting to massage it with your foot. I.