‘You still haven’t told me what you want.’ I demanded as I stopped trying to move her hand and let her massage my groin. ‘You’re the only on...e who can prove that I was framed. And I need your help to prove it to the judge before I end up in jail.’ She said confidently while gently continuing her massage. ‘Jessica, I’m not going to help you. I know you did this.’ I shot back. Without thinking through the concept of where her hand was, I continued, ‘And I plan on making sure you get put away for a. I felt a certain pride that this young buck had experienced a 'Mrs. Robinson' moment with my wife. I nodded. "Of course. My lips are sealed." "I so want to go up and see her." "I'm sure you do." I thought to myself. More delaying tactics were required. "I'll get you another beer and then we'll go up." I got up from my chair and picked up the empty beer can. "Maybe have a threesome!" I looked down to see his reaction. "What?" He lifted his gaze from my legs. "Maybe have a tea, son." I. )Sunday was insufferably hot. I struggled to fall asleep, my naked body tossing and turning until well after midnight, when I finally did drift off.It wasn't long, however, till I awoke (?) in a state of unbearable arousal: my breasts were so hot and swollen, nipples fully erect, that I felt they were going to explode! My body in general was on fire, and my cunt was pulsing, throbbing with the wet, urgent need of penetration!Running the fingers of my right hand down my aching tits, sweat-soaked. ”“Eeeuwww,” Cynthia exclaimed, “Mom! You wouldn’t!”“And why not?” Sarah grinned. “What’s wrong if we went too? ... No, don’t worry; this isn’t our style, kids. We’re just as happy with our clothes on, okay?”“Yeah,” Stuart grinned. “It’s definitely not on my bucket list, but if you kids want to try it, well, you gotta make up your own minds about things that you enjoy. But you know not to make a big deal about it, right? We’re still in a pretty conservative military establishment here.”“Sure,.