She went to the bedroom and quietly opened the door and looked in. Her husband was sound asleep. She walked to the kitchen and went out the door.She w...alked to the barn, her body tingling, her breasts throbbing, heart thumping, and bolts of wet heat shooting and rippling up and down her cunt.She entered the barn and saw her father-in-law standing by a stall. He was stroking his crotch, rubbing it up and down. “Come here, honey,” he said. She walked to him.He had her in the stall.He. "Perhaps you should sit down Sandra." I said calmly.She looked at me with her deep blue eyes. Her perfect lips pouted but she sat down on the couch. Suddenly I watched as she clamped her legs to together and her mouth opened into a perfect "O" shape. Her hips were grinding on the couch. The she actually panted like a dog. I was finding this all extremely fascinating."Sandra, are you having a problem?" I asked as my smile turned to an evil grin."I feel so...so...." She tried to say."So horny?" I. “Your suggestions were perfect, Allison, damn, I think we’ve now got ourselves an official choreographer, too!”“Well, it’s something that’s been lacking,” Allison said. “Let’s take a ten minute break, and we’ll start on Brown Sugar.”“So, who was it you were thinking about fucking as you were singing that song?” Lori asked me as we sat out on the laundry sun-deck roof.“God, I was so busy concentrating on the right moves, ‘strutting’ properly, pouting, synchronizing with Allison so I didn’t trip. It was an early Saturday afternoon, and Paul was hoping to squeeze in a few hours at the firm to polish the account for Monday morning. His wife was at work, leaving their daughter Maureen to study for finals before summer vacation started. Besides, he thought, Jocelyn said she would be in, and he did enjoy her company.Jocelyn was easily half his age, statuesque, attractive and had legs that went on for ever. Her thick dark long brunette hair cascaded around her angelic face, and though she was.