My eyes took her in, and my cock as always followed. That's half why we married, because we fuck so good. The other half being when we're not fucking,... we love hanging out, living together in holy matrimony. Figuring out something for dinner.The girls started getting all sexy with each other while watching us. I knew what my wife liked, and what she liked best. And when to shake things up. I don't think I was alone in thinking it was hotter being watched. We could hear, and smell the girls. The oval spectacles the young girl habitually sported had been substituted by contact lenses, allowing her piercing eyes to sparkle like sapphires. No longer did she look like the little girl Matthew had first encountered. In fact, she'd seemed to have blossomed in the last half hour, and Matthew had a fair idea what was behind that.Yet it was the dress that grabbed his attention: aquamarine to match those beautiful irises, with a crepe effect and feel, splitting just below the breasts to. She wasn't either a bad or good mother, Peyton had been anaccident. She had never wanted children but took to herresponsibilities as a mother. As Peyton got older, with Jack's deathand long hours at the salon became indifferent in her attitude towardher son. She would see that he was taken care of but gone were theoccasional hugs and words of encouragement. She was simply tooexhausted from working long hours and putting food on the table.His father's death resulted in a major shift in. The way she would talk to the men just irritated me, don't get me wrong it was not jealousy but something els.She managed to find weakspots in the men at work and exploit them. At this point I was mad at them for how fucking weak they was in front of her, for giving in to her. All I herd was "you look lovely today, can I get you a drink", "That looks heavy please let me carry it" or "anything you want love you know where to find me ;-p".Wow what fucking prick I thought for this I just ignored.