Do I need to consult a massage therapist?”. I replied, “You don’t. I know how to do it”. She rejoiced and said, “That’s nice. I am too laz...y to go to therapists”. She laid on bed keeping her legs straight. I started to raise her maxi and rub her knee pads. When Chachi started to enjoy it, I inserted my palm in between her thighs. On getting no objection from her, I kissed her thighs. She got shocked and said, “What the hell are you doing?”. I said, “Chachi please lay down. Its a part of. I just went back to the longue and carried on working. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush and assumed Jessica would appear, after a few minutes I'd heard nothing as I got up and looked towards the door there stood Jessica naked, her titties looking so pert and her pussy looking very hairy. I was taken aback by this as it was very much expected. There was a moment silence before Jessica explained that she was a virgin and of all the dads she considered it was me she wanted to fuck her. "Yes! Oh, God, yes, like that! Your cock, Bobby... I can't live without your cock! I just can't live without your beautiful prick!"Then right there, standing in the middle of the living room, he was fucking her. She was crawling all over him. He clung to her, somehow keeping his cock in her cunt. And then there was a sharp upward thrust of her body, and everything was warm and wonderful. They rocked together and waves of pleasure coursed through him until he thought he could take no more.Cheri. About a month or so later, my wife asked if she could visit her auntyagain, of course, I encouraged her saying that it was so nice thatsomeone cared enough for her to visit her so often.Deep down I hated myself for all of those lies and false emotions I wasgiving out or telling, but I just so wanted to be Wendy again and feelthat happiness of being Wendy without being judged or anything.This started to become a permanent thing, my wife would go to her Auntiesabout every six weeks, in that time.