She leaned into me, nose in my ear, warm breath melting me, and whispered, “Is ... is she wearing panties? I uhh...” She squeezed my leg and felt ...my hardness advance and assault her hand. She released then gripped my thigh again, this time high enough to smother my cock below my helm. My eyes closed and a low moan escaped me.I moved her hand higher without resistance, held it firmly against my rod and leaned toward her. With my nose in her ear, my warm breath pulsed it and my tongue licked her. Finally a door opened: a differentone from the door to the office I’d just come from. Two women came in,leaving the door open. Behind it was a corridor, and I saw some womenwalking around dressed like nurses. But the two women who had entered wereboth in suits: sharp too, though the skirts were a little short.“There she is,” said one, and they pulled Caroline to standing. As Iwatched, I wondered what they were going to do. One of them stood behindCaroline and held her. Aunt Pat gave me a minute to look at the pictures and asked if I saw what she meant. I said no and with that she came over and sat down on the right arm of the recliner. She leaned over real close and told me to take a good look at my bathing suit in the top picture. When I did not only did I see what she meant but remembered the incident leading up to the photo.The picture was of me and a big blond girl from Minnesota with huge tits just about hanging out of her top. The two of us were horsing. The wife transfixed by the view felt the now familiar feeling in her own pussy of heat and moisture at the site of Madge swallowing her father's cock and choking as he pushed his thick cock into Madge's willing mouth. Watching she fingered herself and her cunt moisten as Madge worked her father's cock. Not sure what to do, wanting to watch further to see her father climax and spunk on Madge, but concerned her time away would alert her brother or mother decided to go back. The problem was she.