I couldn’t wait any longer, there was something I just had to do, something that my wife would never agree to, and something that I hoped her mother... would.I kissed her lips and then my kisses moved down, over her neck and down to her breasts, with each getting equal attention and making her nipples bloom with joy. At the same time, my busy fingers lower down pushed aside the gusset of the knickers and explored the clitoral button and then probed deeper, causing excited twitching of her lower. ..touch them?" I licked mytongue around my lips and made a powdy face which quickly turned to asmile. "Well, that's enough of that." I went back to the bed and slippedthe capris and blouse on. I noticed that the blouse was a low cut top,showing off a good amount of cleavage. "Bev, you did that on purpose.Oh, well."As I walked down the stairs I noticed the boobs were now staying inplace. When I got to the bottom everyone was looking at me. Sara's mouthwas gaping."Greg, what are you wearing?". He pushes his chair back, and I can see that I've had the desired tightening effect inside of his trousers. I smile and lick my lips. "Ten years? I don't think I've had one job for more than five. You must enjoy sales. You seem to be very good at it." “It's very fun and exciting,” he smiles, “and it pays well, too.” I start to think that his “pays well” remark is intended to either impress me (why do so many guys think that women will want to bed them only if they own huge dung-piles of green. ” “Alone?” “Yes.” “OK then, this should help to convince you I’m serious.” I said. “Give me a moment.” I pulled the belt of my robe loose and shrugged it off my shoulders. I folded my left arm under my tits so they were lifted up and my nipples were sticking out and using my phone I took a picture. In a moment I had sent Wes a snap of my ample boobs proudly supported by my slim arm. In the picture I looked excited and wonton. If that didn’t convince him them nothing would. There was a pause.