My wife, Ann, hasn't picked up on Bit's teasing, but has told her she is not a little girl anymore and should not walk around so scantily dressed. She... hasn't a clue how much Brit has been teasing me. Brit has made it quite the norm for her to sit next to me on the couch, while we watch tv, and pull her skirt or shorts up her leg, exposing her firm thighs. I've even seen her reaching under the legs of her shorts, placing her hand inside her pants, gently rubbing herself. I immediately get hard,. But it was all good beacause i could control my verga(d*ck) soo it wont be straight up like if it would be point at her. Knowing She could feel my verga" with her legs. Because she was carying her books and her bag on the other hand so her hands were full. But little by little i saw her hand reaching closer and closer to my d*ck (with the hand she was holding her bag with). Then i could feel her hand rubbing against my c*ck! (in a upward and downward way) it started to feel good little by. "Every meal, every day, wearing suitable clothing. What's your excuse?" I-" she fought to think of something that he might accept. "I was- I mean-"He let go of an arm and slapped her across the mouth, cutting off the words. He resumed his hold and waited until the dazed expression left her face before speaking."There are no excuses," he finally said. "You will obey me, or you will be punished." I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't-"He slapped her head in the other direction."Did I not just say, 'there are. And you didn't care. And you'd be just as happy to bed the both of us. I know. It's okay, I forgive you. I don't even blame you – he's gorgeous, isn't he? Just keep your hands to yourself, and maybe we can be friends."She laughed. "Fair enough. Though, just out of curiosity ... is he as good as he looks?"I grinned. "Better. Much, much better." I licked my lips lasciviously, feeling smug as pure jealousy flashed across her face. I felt Alistair startle under me, and squeezed his arm.