Holy crap, they were plotting to seduce my wife. First Rebecca and then Franklin. Even though I had cum in my pants, this talk was keeping my cock har...d as a rock. “How far have you progressed?” asked Franklin. “Enough that you should be fucking her soon,” Rebecca responded. “By the way Sophie, do you realize your son in law has the hots for you?” asked Franklin. “How do you know that?” replied Sophie. “Something I over heard at your last party. Bert and Sonny Jackson were talking in the kitchen. I wanted to play with my dick after all, but she barked, "No touching yourself, you little pervert. Leave your dick alone or I'll bite it off."I really didn't think she'd bite my dick off but, well, I loved my dick and would never do anything to lose it so I kept my hands at my side."Mmm, feels good, my pussy's feeling real good. You like watching me get off? You like my pussy?" Yeah, I never thought you'd let me watch you doing something like this," I told her.She took her fingers away, then. Of course, it helps when the man is drop dead gorgeous too. Johnny and Momma developed an almost non verbal form of communication between these two dear people. Sometimes all it took to speak volumes was conveyed in a touch, a smile or the knowing looks they gave each other. Johnny would never even have to think about it, he would have gladly given his life for Momma. Is this not Amour? Is this not a man?Most of the time I could only marvel and look on in quiet amazement of what a real. I don’t know how these things get started and take on a life of their own. I guess they call it ‘going viral’ these days. But black clothes became more common in school as the week progressed. There was even talk among the orchestra members that we would forgo the traditional white shirts for our Christmas Concert in favor of black ones. I wondered how LeBlanc would take that.We had three after-school rehearsals for the orchestra which meant Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday, Cindy and I rehearsed.