Around 9pm I looked in on my father and he was out like a light as I had no idea what time Jeff would be home I thought I would just head off to bed m...yself, I went to put on granny nitie as Jeff calls it only to find I had thrown it in the wash so I grabbed one of my short summer nities put on my sleep mask put in my ear plugs and tried to go to sleep, I must have laid there for ages maybe it was 5 minutes I don’t know all I knew I was way to horny to sleep I had to get myself off without. "Fuck me!" Winslow cried, in a voice high enough to have been mistaken for Roxy. He was staring at me with recognition in his eyes. I thought at first he had figured out my disguise from my visit to his store, but then I remembered that everyone with a TV must have seen the footage of the fight with the tank and that was where he had seen me before.Roxy didn't appear surprised or alarmed, just annoyed that her act of murder had been so ineffective. She looked around on the floor for the dagger. Seeing the pleasured looks in their faces while I did so, and then seeing Jerald as he actually began slapping his cock with his hand a little, did something to me. I now wanted to touch it myself. And though we again hadn't really discussed it, I looked over towards my husband who was now taking notice of Jerald's added pleasuring of himself, and actually nodded his head in his direction. I took that once again as a signal, that whatever I wanted to do, was fine with him.But what I did do, was. Sara seamed fired up and for it, for myself, it was the idea of Paul fucking my wife. I missed Sara the next morning as I had to work early, but I received a text from her during the day to say Paul would be at our house for drinks at seven that evening. I got home about six thirty, and was surprised to see Sara’s new outfit. I had never seen her looking so sexy. She had bought a short black leather skirt, which had a gold zip running up the side, and was short enough to show her stocking tops..