She then looked at my throbbing erection. I could somehow feel her look inside me. She ordered me to remove my boxers. I got up and did what she said....For a minute we just stood there looking at each others body. She smacked my hand as it was coming to touch her. I had never had a more firm erection in my life…it just pointed straight at her. She came closer to me, I could feel her warm breath. My cock touched her and I moved back but she held my hand and pulled me closer. She then leaned in and. I sat on the deck and read, jumped in the pool a few times and otherwise just relaxed. Late in the afternoon I called home and spoke with Dad and let him know everything was good, and that I was with the Jonssons. I let him know that it seemed pretty clear that Mom hadn’t done any permanent damage. I called Jennifer to let her know I was at my new address and confirmed it and the phone number. I then called Becky to let her know the same thing.I wrote some letters and asked about the Post. From the hoots and calls of the men, it was obvious that her modesty was no secret. Her legs were covered by a pair of white thigh-high hose, complete with little pink satin bows on the top, and her black 4 inch patent leather shoes gave her a respectful five-foot eight inch height. In short, even though I didn't even know she owned clothing like this, she looked totally hot and fuckable in them!I wanted my wife so bad, my jeans were straining at the zipper. Unfortunately, so did many guys in. The sensations within her exposed sex were heightened; she felt every movement of air; she was sure that she could feel the presence of the men near her as heat on her skin. The thought of so much attention on her sex excited her, she longed for one of the men to reach out and touch her. The desire in her was like a physical ache, a pain that could only be satisfied by the touch of another. The muscles of her sex contracted, she could not help herself as small muscle spasms raced through.