He folded thenightdress he'd worn and put it under the pillow then made the bed. Muchas he had loved wearing the bikini bottom yesterday he had other ...ideasfor today. He found the navy blue Lycra one-piece swimsuit he'd rejectedyesterday as being too daring. It had a halter top, a see-through lacepanel over the stomach and midriff and pre-form padded bra cups. A thinstrap crossed below the shoulder blades keeping the sides together butleft the back completely exposed down to the top of his. A week that now seemed like ten centuries. I took it out to the car.Once again, Janet did something unexpected. Rather than wailing, and clinging to me and protesting how sorry she was, like every other cheating wife, she dried her tears and walked calmly and determinedly out with me.Her gorgeous face looked like it had been carpet bombed. But she stood forthrightly in front of me, looked me squarely in the eye and said, “I know that we are where we are because of my lack of faith in you and. Anyway, she stops and grabs my flaccid dick and hits with it my belly: ‘God! What a beautiful piece of meat you’ve got there!’ Then she raises, grabs me by my hand: ‘Let’s go and take a very, very quick shower – I believe we smell like sex from a hundred meters! I don’t want to make the taxi driver crazy!’… We take the shower, then we get dressed, keeping the distance – my dick is, again, semi erect – I don’t know what it is, but there is a certain magnetism between us… ‘Now, Dora, since you’re. Something sons shouldn’t be curious about there fathers on. I was finally going to see my dad’s cock, erect even. It felt as though time slowed down when he unzipped his pants. He shuffled a little on the couch and it seemed like such a relief to him when he parted the button of his jeans and let it hang loose. I remember the image of his bulging grey boxers just burnt into my memory. The form so perfectly etched across thin fabric. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but he wasn’t done. My.