And why don't you stay where you are, so we can feel ... er ... observe closer." OK, daddy. But did you find what you were looking for when you were h...olding my breasts in your hands and then putting the bra in your mouths?" Yes, dear. I'll explain when we finish our evaluation." And you, Grandpa Bob? When you were sucking me through my bra? It's all wet now with your saliva. And how come your hand was feeling me through my skirt in the back?" I found it very informative dear. Not to worry about. The drool could be seen all along, and even some of the lipstick was smearing along the shaft. I could see Sir’s grip tighten on her hair, but could tell he was not controlling the speed or depth with which she was now maniacally swallowing his cock, up and down, her throat no longe needing to adjust to the massive amount of cock she was swallowing up.“Mmmm little Tom, do you notice I’m not even moving? Your beautiful slut wife is literally fucking her own face with my cock,” he laughed and. And Frank, I'd like to borrow you for a couple hours to fix a leaky faucet."The women had chosen their plan well. Don was no good at plumbing, and Frank was a dummy when it came to wiring. It seemed perfectly natural for the women to trade their husbands' services. Don went off with Joan, leaving Vicky with Frank."Where's that faucet?" Frank asked."Oh, there's no big rush," Vicky purred. "How about a drink first? You probably had a hard day on the golf course." Uh, yeah," Frank said, reddening. Too much information and stimulation racing around his head to sleep. The best plan he could come up with was to make sure he got to the gym early the following morning. He had to see Jean, and hopefully gauge where, if anywhere, the previous night’s play left them. Approaching her as she was ‘cooling down’, Jim figured he’d move ahead at slightly overhalf speed. ‘Morning Jeannie. I’m very happy to say, you were right. We are kinda neighbors.’ Jean smiled broadly, ‘Yes Jimbo. I must say you.