I felt her cool hands slide up the outside of my thighs and reach around to my almost bare rear. She pulled me hard against her and started rocking he...r pelvis against mine. Then one hand came around to the front and onto my belly, sliding down the outside of my thong and between my legs.Her touch was so gentle down there. Rubbing softly in rhythm with my now rocking hips. Then she was pressing the cloth between my lips. Pressing a little harder. Pressing the cloth against my opening. "We have. This is some other guy’s wife who would never have given me a second look, except as an oddity, whom I have blackmailed into being my sex slave, and I’m jealous of the pleasure she is giving a man I made her sell herself to! I couldn’t believe it myself. I couldn’t believe it of myself. And it went on that way as the night continued, as she climbed into one car after another, as I knew what she was doing with one man after another. I didn’t want her doing those things with those men, I wanted. Chester caught me staring at him and looked straight back at me. God, I was embarrassed. What must he think? I blushed from my roots and, in my confusion, turned back to the conversation which, ironically enough, was about the Chelsea match which, apparently, the guys had seen on the telly in the pub. From time to time I stole a glance at Chester and, each time I did, he seemed to be watching me. He was still smiling but it was the smile of a crocodile and it deeply disturbed me.Before I knew. “Now what?” Lisa whispered, licking her lips.Mike didn’t reply; he couldn’t say a word. His cock jerked about as he looked at his mother’s tantalizing pussy. She saw him take her piss-wet panties and drape them over his rigid cock. He closed his fist around his cock and began to jack off.“Ooooh, look at you!” Lisa whimpered. She moved a hand between her thighs and began to stroke her cunt. She rubbed at her distended clit, thrilled that he was watching every move her fingers made. It excited.