Joan was wearing a pink low cut tank top withspaghetti straps and as I watched, she would leanforward occasionally to make a point. Scott’s eyes...drifted down, and I could feel my pulse quicken atthe thought that my wife was teasing another man,offering him a chance to look down her front. Shealways wears push-up bras, which I really enjoy, andas Scott’s eyes lingered on their target, I knew whathe was seeing.After a bit, the music began and I could hear Jeangiving instructions about. She’d closed her eyes, focusing all of her senses on the gentle scrape of his tongue against her skin and the smoothness of the ice cube as he traced patterns on her skin. As he began moving his hand lower across her abdomen her breath quickened, her stomach tightened and unconsciously she arched her back ever so slightly. Following his hand with his mouth he worked his way down her body. Moaning she reached for him to pull him back up to her, wanting, needing to kiss him, but he shrugged off. “God, this smell drives me crazy, Tony!” she moaned, looking up at him, her eyes slitted and smouldering with sudden passion.She turned, climbing onto the couch with her feet, turning her ass to his face. She stood there looking down at his cock, feeling his hands sliding up and down her thighs, over her sweaty ass. She moaned softly when her son pulled the cheeks of her ass open, exposing her crinkled asshole. She jutted her ass back and felt her son take a long, slow lick up the crack of her. I don’t know how to make it up to you.’ Isabella interrupted ‘Mama, be calm. Don’t punish yourself like this. I am fine, I am happy, I have made my own life and you have always supported me.’ ‘No Isabel. There a so many things I should have done. I don’t know how you discovered your gifts but I should have been there to guide you. I would not have believed it possible given the sadness and the….banality, yes banality, of the life you were delivered into with that stupid husband.’ Isabella.