Ooh, I can't wait to watch the torture as thatplays out. It's much more poetic than any revenge I would haveconsidered as a term in the divorce." She ...cackled again.Sandra cut her off with some fire. "I don't know what you are talkingabout, mother. This is Dafne, my girlfriend from my volleyball team." Don't play dumb with me," Maureen snarled back. "I invented it." You invented being dumb?" Dafne asked innocently, unable to helpherself.Maureen didn't take her eyes off Sandra and made a shooing. It may be usual in their time for men to have multiple wives, but I was finding it strange lying between two women. So for the time being I turned on my side and we cuddled into one another's backs like spoons in a drawer, with Jane at the front. The rain really started in vengeance and beat a tattoo on the roof of the van. Somehow rain has a soothing effect if you are inside safe from its fury. I soon dropped off to sleep, with two lovely bodies pressed into me and breathing so gently.The next. A slim muscular man had his back to me his bare buttocks was thrusting gently, in his right hand was my wife’s bare left leg. A soft voice let out a long moan that I knew was her, the moan turned into a rhythmic whimper matched to the beat of the man’s thrusts. I had no idea how long they had been fucking before I came in the room but it was reaching its climax as I watched. His strokes got faster and deeper he let out a groan and clenched my wife’s hips pulling her pelvis into his I could. He finally had her spread her thighs a little more then took a clean cloth and wiped between her legs and off her vagina. He wiped the rest of the ink off the tattoo. (After we got home and looked at the pics i took you could see that he was pulling her pussy lips to the side and rubbing across her clit ever time he wiped the ink off.)I took a few pics while he worked on her then a finished one for her to see better. He got the other artist to come back in to see the finished job, he was.