After about four months of seeing Jakki every evening, she began to expose her underwear to me, as she worked around the house. She faked menstrual cramps, and declined. I pulled the top blanket off, while she undressed. I had no idea. “Damn!” I spoke outloud as I watched her fine ass stretched her cut-off jean shorts tight. I couldn’t help it, though. I had no idea. My initial reaction, stunned, disappeared quickly when her hand began working the foreskin back and forth on my shaft. Then my throbbing cock found heaven, again. “Damn!” I spoke outloud as I watched her fine ass stretched her cut-off jean shorts tight. “How’s my handsome son-in-law, today?” She walked straight up against me, “I need a good fucking, Don. Did you screw anybody else I know?” My mind began re-living the two times I had quickies with Rita’s mother (Jakki’s sister), Nanci.
