He was already loving this new side of his wife.Eleanor walked to him and stood between his legs and Doug hugged her. Her breasts were right on his fa...ce and he began nibbling.“You better stop. I’m sore,” Eleanor said, giggling.“I made you a sandwich,” he said, showing her the plate, “I’m learning a lot,” Doug said when she sat down, “We need to talk about our fantasies and taboos. We need to establish a safe word, and some gross rules.”“I don’t think we can do this alone,” Eleanor said.“Did you. It was from him. She couldn’t help but read it. This went on for about an hour before he finally asked if she had instant messenger. They talked there for hours, joking and flirting and just talking. Around 2 or 3AM he gave her his #, saying that he had to get off the computer before he turned into a pumpkin, but if she ever wanted to talk…with a huge stupid grin on her face, she went to take a cool shower, hoping to clear her head. She walked across the house, dripping wet, wrapped in a towel,. The towel dropped to the floor around her ankles and he scooted himself forward to get a better look. She was holding the dress up to her naked body in the mirror but her backside was completely visible to him from his hiding spot. He saw her perfect ass sway back and forth as she decided on the dress. He wanted so bad to cup both cheeks in his hands before roughly spanking it. She slid into the dress and re-did her pony tail. He watched her bend forward to apply some red lipstick then as she. Father was, after all, the County Prosecutor, the Sheriff often called him in the middle of the night.This call, however, was for Wendy. Daddy slipped up the stairs, found Wendy and me in a puppy pile, and woke us both."It's Mr. Medawar. Wendy, he'd like to speak to you," relayed Dad. "Wendy, the phone is in the living room. It's long distance. Please hurry."Wendy yawned, stretched ... her flannel PJ's clung to her newly developing breasts. She saw me looking at her chest and looked down."I.