MIn the early 2000s, we were occasional regulars at a swing club in western Pennsylvania. We didn’t go every weekend, but we did show up at least every other month, and while there were a few people that knew us, there were always a lot more people who didn’t, which was actually a lot more fun for us.On one particular night, we were doing the usual rounds to see who we knew, and who looked fun. We were both still. She shivered, and I felt her back arch as she moved her breasts into my massaging hands. I slowly pushed her loose bra, along with her t-shirt, up and up. Her amazing big breasts were free, exposed to my feasting eyes. I continued moving her bra and t-shirt up to her neck, her face, and off of her head. My daughter in law was now topless, her tight, hot breasts and upper body under my control.I slowly laid her down on the couch on her back, and moved myself off the couch so that kneeling, I. Kelly said, “Aren’t you going tell him I’m here?” “No”, she said. “I want him to think I’m still upset at him, so we can have some time to talk.” “He’ll be on that computer until I talk to him.”My cock was still hard from what Kelly had told my wife. As I peered around the corner from the living room into the kitchen and family room, I could see them sitting next to each other on the couch. They were making idle chat, when my wife changed the subject. I heard her say to Kelly, “Did it really.Read More
