”Rachel turned her head to look at me and there was a sharp intake of her breath as she applied obvious pressure to her clit. I briefly thought of m...oving forward so our skin touched or my penis would rest against her hip but concluded that could lead to problems so I just continued to run my fingers up and down her arm feeling her muscles twitch as she played with herself, rubbing her hand side to side and then up and down over her clit. She was a beautiful sight.“Your fingers feel nice,” she. We're going to name him Harry after my father."I put my ear to her pregnant belly, but I heard nothing. Maybe I wasn't listening."This is the last one, Vinnie. I'm going to have my tubes tied." That's too bad. You're beautiful pregnant and you have beautiful children. When are we going to tell Teresa that her Uncle Vinnie is really her father?" Phil and I talked about that. We don't think we should ever tell her."That was the problem with other men's wives having my children. I was Uncle Vinnie. "Stunned, I looked at my husband. He was also staring at me, still motionless.It was a strange request; no, it was not a request; it was an order. My father-in-law was asking my husband to send me to his room. I hadn't any doubt that my husband understood very well what kind of massage his father wanted from me."I... I can't come." I stammered looking at my husband."Adeel..." Father-in-law shouted again, this time little louder."Go..." Adeel said."What did you say?" I looked at him, completely. JoyJoy was the Office Manager of a company I took over when I was 38. Joy was an attractive lady then aged 63 and retired two years later. They were looking for a younger male to join them in the bedroom to spice up their sex life but wanted someone they knew as they were wary of inviting a stranger into their home. As Joy had caught me many a time looking down her blouse and admiring her legs, they decided that someone could be me. The opportunity arose a few weeks after Joy had retired. I had.