Is that a problem?" she asked."That's what I hoped for," he answered.He took the luscious teenager in his arms again and placed his lips on hers.Their... tongues danced in each others mouths as he gently caressed her tits through her bra. She slid his boxers down so his pole was free again and she began to stroke it."Take off your bra," he asked.Brittany stepped back and unhooked it and let it fall to the floor. Her firm breasts with their hard nipples were now free of their silky prison. He. I suggested that we meet as if by chance in the pool. Neither of us had done anything like this before and I thought it a rather clever precaution for we could spend time idly chatting between laps and no observer would be the wiser. As a bonus I would get the opportunity to check out her sumptuous body concealed by nothing more than flimsy nylon. Was she really as cute as her pictures? God, I had gotten hard just thinking about it.It was just a first meeting to say “hi” and exchange. I call my mother in law my second wife for the simple reason that she is practically our babysitter. And, we all know the sexual attraction of men towards a woman who take care of their babies. My father-in-law was a drunkard and he left home few years before my marriage and never returned which is why my MIL wears the mangalsutra not knowing if he is dead or alive but is a widow of sorts.Our living situation is perfect of me to make my desires come true as I work from home, my wife leaves to. You can try to dissect their motives or judge the morality of what they did that day. I have tried and failed. The consequences could have turned out very differently, leaving much larger footprints in their lives. But they didn't. In that sense, these two lovers escaped judgment. Instead, with barely visible tracks in the snows of time, they each remember that day and wonder what happened, what really happened, or even if it happened at all. Such are the mysteries of memory.What follows are my.