Naturally as you do I had a quick look at her internet history and found she visited an email service that I didn’t know she had and found her email... address!!! Wondering what the hell was going on and few simple tries at the password I realise I am into it and checking out the inbox. Wow I is all I can say!!!! I spent the next few hours going through email after email of Marie flirting with a guy she used to work with. The whole time I was angry, gutted but at the same time seriously aroused by. He was a stout man, weighing in at around 250 pounds with a thick beard and mustache. He and I each stood about 6', 4" and we both exercised each morning. In fact, that’s where I first met him, at our workouts. Actually we met in the shower, while lathering ourselves up after a good workout, each with our backs to the other. We weren’t embarrassed, but nothing was ever made of the fact that we were both naked in the shower, our ‘equipment’ in plain view of each other. It was only after he. Both mother and daughter reached behind their back and unhooked their bra. They each added their bra to the floor. Elizabeth unfastened her slacks as Karen did the same with her shorts. They then pushed them down their legs and stepped out of them, with Elizabeth slipping off her shoes also.Tim was quickly taking off his clothes while Frank’s wife and daughter removed their panties, leaving them nude. Once he was naked, he said, “Karen, I am going to fuck your hot little cunt, but first, your. Well... sex with him."The doctor (I'm not sure if he was one, but he was certainly acting the part) said, "What if all it took was him snapping his fingers?"I was confused and must have looked it."I mean, what if he had the ability - call it magic, if you like - to snap his fingers and instantly make you want - no, need - to have him fuck you immediately?"The question hung in the air. His use of the more frank term punctuated the question. The idea intrigued me and I felt just a little warmer.