If you need me." She was obviously concerned, but she didn't want to force herself onto her grieving son.As I listened to her soft footsteps move away... from my door (she's wearing her slippers, she must have changed into her casual clothes) another feeling rose up inside me. It molded with the rage and morphed it into something else. that was when I noticed I had been sweating.I suddenly realized just how hot my room was, it was far too hot. Instinctively I removed my shirt.It wasn't enough.I. My orgasm. While lost in my trance, I failed to notice Janice remove the elastic hair tie, freeing her ponytail. She dropped her foot for balance so that she could shake her head, letting her hair loose and free. The dirty brown, shoulder length locks were thin and straight. An obscure clue to the life Janice had led. Crossing the threshold, she threw the hair elastic into a bowl of other elastics, that lived on her dresser. Quickly turning her attention to unbuttoning her blouse. Following her. Four of them were tied to the bed like they'd were intended to restrain someone. After I saw that I recalled some of what took place the night before. I remembered helping the guys talk my wife into putting on her lingerie to show off her body for them. I also remember pushing her into showing her boobs and pussy and had a very hazy recollection of my wanting her to have sex with the guys. I didn't remember much else. I watched the guy fuck her for a few minutes. I had a perfect view that's for. She then turned to face me and said, "I knew it was you". I looked her up and down, and commented on how good she looked even though she was nearly six months pregnant. Stacie's once tiny boobs had swelled to a nice handful and with her blouse partially unbuttoned they looked good enough to eat. I don't know what made me do it but I could not resist running a finger down her chest and between her boobs until it was wedged between the swollen pair. I removed my finger, smiled at her and walked.