" Then they immediately returned to creating the low hum of electricity that stretched through my breast, down my belly and straight to my clitoris."N..., no," I moaned, only half meaning it. "My husband."The lips ceased teasing once again. "What about him?" I shouldn't," I whispered."Ahh," my partner replied, his tongue deliciously snaking out to keep the electrical charge in my nipple energized. "That's different from 'I can't, '" he smiled.His hands worked their way under my loosened garment. She welcomed me in. We sat on her dining table and stared with some simple conversions. I couldn’t help but always catch myself staring at her busty body. She was wearing a white buttoned formal shirt and knee length black skirt. I decided in my mind that she might have just returned from office. I really wasn’t being able to focus and was always taking peeps at her boobs which were crying to be realised from that tight shirt.She caught me watching her but didn’t say anything ashamed of my. "She was wearing a blue baby doll nightgown and blue panties, and you could see her tits right through the material. The lights were dimmed down, so I didn't have a real clear view, but even with that I knew that my wife would die if she knew about the show her mother was giving me.I tried to ignore her as she walked into the kitchen, got a glass of water, and made her way back through to her bedroom. As she walked out of the room she turned and gave me a little smile and caught me looking at. This’ll help.’ She stared at me as if she didn’t understand. A blank look on her face. ‘Tricia.’ I said to grab her attention. ‘Here take this pill.’ Still with that same blank look on her face she picked the little white pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘I’m sorry, Jenny,’ she said. ‘I just feel so weird all of a sudden. I just don’t know... I don’t... I...’ She sank back into the couch. I snuggled up next to her and stroke her hair. ‘That doesn’t matter miss Abberdeen.’ .
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