Except that he also knew a backrub sometimes turned her on. Tonight was no exception; her nipples were getting hard and her pussy throbbing. God, she ...thought, I hope he notices.He ran one hand across the back of her bush, supposedly unintentionally, realising she was wet. "Deana are you still hurting or are you ready for some sexy fun?"She purred, and winked. "Hun, I forgot where I was hurting. Help me turn over so you can touch my pussy, baby. I think it needs massaging." Let me take my boxers. As I walked into the kitchen, Helen was standing with her back to me at the sink washing some dishes, staring back at me in the reflection of the window. “Julie’s had to go to Bath on an errand, something to do with work - she called a few minutes ago saying the traffic was awful, and she won’t be back for at least another hour - she asked if I could entertain you!” she said, with that sexy voice and flirty look in her eye.She was wearing a loose fitting cream jumper over faded blue jeans,. I didn’t respond. I was too busy trying to figure a way into her dress to release her tits. Megan was more successful with my clothing. In no time at all, she had my belt unbuckled, pants unbuttoned, and zipper down. With a little more coaxing my trousers were on the floor around my ankles. She gave my boxers a similar treatment and soon my woody was in her hands. She tugged on it tenderly but with hurried purposeful strokes. “We have to be quick,” she whispered coarsely. “I don’t want you to. We’d discussed if the day mattered or not, but neither of my wives had said anything. I’d mention it during our picnic and I’d know pretty quickly if I’d messed up!When Jessica got out of bed, the three of us packed a picnic lunch, and headed for Washington Park. We found a nice spot in the shade to spread out blankets and set out all of our food. I opened cold bottles of Dr Pepper for Kara and me, and a cold bottle of 7-Up for Jessica.“Two years ago, I proposed to the two of you,” I said. “And.