Pinches my butt, runs her fingers up-n-down my crack, over my jeans. Reaches inside my shirt to pinch my nipples. She lets me play with her cleavage i...f no one is looking, and even lets me grab her hips and push my erection in to the crack of her ass in the store or standing in line. She asked me many times about what clothes to wear, I told her wear what makes you sexy and comfortable, I gave her this advice, if you want to wear it ...wear it now, while your young, when you get older and want. I did not care if she noticed that the door was open wider. I just really wanted my mother-in-law to see me naked. And then it happened. The whole thing did not take three seconds. As Stella came past my door, I pulled my t-shirt up over my head, and saw her look in at me. She paused just for the briefest of moments and then she was gone. God, it almost made me come. I stepped away from the door and started jacking off. I needed relief. I could hear Stella and my wife talking. One of them. “Come on,” I said, stepping forward and grabbing her by her stupid little pigtails, that she liked to do her fake black hair into. She was a natural redhead, a little darker than myself, but she would dye her hair black, because she thought it was cooler. Like that tattoo on her arm, like her whole attitude. Fake, and fake cool. Well, I was going to show her how real redheads did things.With a harsh grip, I pulled her down on her bed by her hair, pushing up her skirt as I did. As I expected,. I think he was buzzed already and just wanted to put the rest off on me. "Seen Jess?," he asks. "She hasn't called me back yet." "Nope." I said, pulling my jacket off. I leaned back a little further, exposing my pussy to him; I hate wearing panties anyway, and this helped my cause. I can see his eyes drifts down from the TV to between my legs. he licks his lip and comes back to reality. "Gab's, um, your skirt," he says, with strain in his voice. I can see I have his attention. "Yeah, you like.