We both entered the house. She gracefully knelt before my father before saying her ?hellos.? She didn’t move until my father and I had finished our ...conversation and he had given her permission to stand up. She rose just as graciously and gave both of them big hugs. It was slightly cold outside so we went into the parlor. Officially it couldn’t be called a parlor. The room was gorgeously decorated by both my mom and Alyssa. It had just recently been finished. The walls were red, with a vintage. “Sorry,” she said and was about to leave.“No, you don’t,” I snapped, “that was only the beginning. In you come,” and I dragged her into the shower, clothes and all, although she was just wearing a T-shirt and lacey panties, which made me even hornier than I thought possible.“Get these off, “I moaned as I stripped her quickly, “now, where’s that pussy of yours,” and as I moved my hand down between her legs, I could feel her doing the same to me, fingering, kissing and rubbing each other to. ..” my mother told me as I was put on a plane with someone from Casting, my mother not having been permitted to come with me.But she didn’t have to tell me that. I knew what was a stake. I knew what I wanted.The movie location was a ranch in Wyoming between Laramie and Cheyenne, not that far off a main highway and with mountains in Colorado visible in the distance. They had thrown up a Western town and there were three homestead sets too. Everything was close to the trailers set up to house and. Not lasciviously. It was an unexpected sight, after all. Then she looked away.“It looks lonely, don’t you think?” I asked.“What do you mean?”“Her breast – I think it’s missing its friend.” I stood up, suddenly quite turned-on by the idea of exposing my wife’s breasts. Don’t ask me why – perhaps it was the place, the moment, the day’s sun and alcohol. The fact that Cee, another woman, an older step-sister, was there fueled my actions.“What are you doing?” Cee asked, managing to sit upright on.