She had often said he did just that. Robert smiled to himself as he thought someone should have warned him about this woman. Elizabeth was a stubborn... woman, and though her stubbornness was often thoroughly frustrating and the cause of many an argument throughout their lives, it was one of the charms that had pulled them together. She was a strong, independent woman who had high ideals, yet she had always found a way to keep him blissfully happy without giving up on her cause at the time.. "We'll take her."We had stopped going to the beach after Dad died. It wasn't easy making the trip with Mom."Okay, after breakfast or lunch?" Breakfast. It's a long walk. Go get your mother."I returned to the shed. Mom was where I had left her the previous night. Lying naked on her tarp. I nudged the inside of her thigh; she spread her legs. Remnants of dried cum clung to her pussy lips. I knew I should rinse it off, but the littlest thing could set her off and I didn't want to upset Maria. She. ”He laughed and that’s when I heard Rob call him Ted or Fred or something like it. Anyway, he walked around to look at me better. “Wow, nice tits,” he said.“You can touch them if you want,” Rob said and I shot him look but he shrugged, “Hey, you love it and you have to do as I want.”The bartender came behind me and fondled my tits. “Damn, Rob, you’re so fucking lucky,” he said and asked me to lean over the counter so that he could see my ass. I looked at Rob and he nodded. After squeezing my. “Tell me that you want me at your house. Tell me whilst you’re in front of your husband, you dirty little slut.” She steadies herself against the dresser and looks up at her husband who is blissfully unaware, no doubt reading the world news. “I want it at my house,” her words coming out a little huskier than she had intended. “What are you wearing?” he questions, in his deep velvety voice. “Well I couldn’t really do that now, I’m still in my nightdress and dressing gown.” She says, as quietly.