I looked at him and smiled. I hoped it was okay. I even winked when he looked at me with shock. I smiled even more. He finally smiled, but when he did... he gave me a very charismatic grin. Whooaa did he melt me all over, but he needed to go to the bathroom. He didn’t say why. The hostess walked over and smiled. She told me several people noticed me doing what I did. I was utterly embarrassed. She smiled and said under her breath “I do that all the time. You’re just at the wrong table for it.” I. She was looking forward, not back. As she waited by the door, she exhaled and casually glanced down at her feet again. Her gaze passed over her body and she felt an exciting tingle. Her percolating arousal had also affected her clothing choices that evening and she suddenly wondered if perhaps she had gone a bit over the line. She was wearing a wife-beater style, thin tank-top with a black bra that was clearly visible both outside of and through her shirt. She matched it with some low-rise. He moved back in yesterday and started to pack her stuff up in boxes.I take it you two do enjoy each other sexual company, to which I love, it does not upset me in any way.”Sally asked “Later can we show you, I love the taste of mum’s pussy full of cum?”Smiling I replied “You bet, I would love to repeat this morning which you missed, Your mum was eating you and I fucked your mum, she, like you, came so hard you both flaked out, that’s why I placed you both on the bed and I took a wanking. And beyond the physical, now freed from the risk of a stray word hurting my feelings or causing other problems, as everything was now out in the open they were able to declare their love for each other as their bodies gave expression to how they felt about each other.Gemma and I stood by the end of the bed captivated as we watched the lovers. After all, that had happened, and all that had come from the dark into the light, there was an honesty and purity about their love-making. Impossible to.