Further, the 'indentation' is gettingdeeper and deeper, up to two knuckles deep. Okay, it's a hole. I reallycan't call it an 'indentation' any longer....Worse, whenever I think about Mr. Feyla, things 'down there' get allslippery... all on their own. And most unfortunate, this happens whenwe're together! He touches my arm when he's explaining something atdinner and it happens. Yesterday it was so bad I had to excuse myself!And there I was, in the bathroom, practically panting. I would havesplashed. She winked. Come with me. he followed her bouncing ass down the hall to her room. She laid down, legs open, and he joined her. She gave him a slow passionate kiss. She had had much experience, and it was nice to be with an eager young man. Her husband wasnt as energetic these days. His shaking hand moved to her breast, unsure of whether to continue. Im all yours baby she whispered and nibbled his ear. He squeezed her breast and licked her neck, enjoying himself. When they had finished with. As the guys started arriving almost every one asked where my wife was. I told them she was out and wouldn't be bothering us. I sensed disappointment in them about my answer. Our little group ended up being seven of us. And we started sipping cold ones and talking smack, there was the normal Ford verses Chevrolet debate. I'm a Chevy guy so I joined in and soon we where loud and carrying on like men do. About half way through the race my wife came home, she walked in the den to ask me to come in. As we approached the back door leading into the kitchen we heard moans getting close we could see our Mother lying naked on the table with Becky naked kneeling with her head buried deep in our Mothers thighs with a jar of liquid honey on the floor Emma grabbed my hand whispering come on dragging me across the garden to the arbour pushing me to sit she removed her top, bra, shorts. and panties, I had removed my trousers and shirt Emma sat astride me guiding my penis in to her moist vagina I.