I raised my hand, watching disappointment spread over Mom’s face as her pussy was left alone. But the disappointment was replaced with anticipation when my fingers freed a couple of buttons from her shirt and slipped inside to slither over her waiting tit, briefly fondling her already extended nipple, twisting around to slip underneath, lifting the weight of her breast as my thumb scraped down to flick her hard nipple, the silent cry on her lips an added reward.We were both startled by the sudden appearance of my father’s hand on Mom’s shoulder pulling her back, down toward him. Awkwardly, Mom complied and was soon lying on her back next to Dad, his arm curled under her neck so his hand could hold hers, her neck fitting into the crook of his elbow. I could see Dad’s face now, eyes still closed, chest heaving a sigh of satisfaction.I watched my parents for several minutes. Mother looked worried, lying stiffly in Dad’s arm, her open shirt a testimony that she might have been doing. I looked at my wedding band as it seemingly burned into my finger. How could she? Then I thought, maybe I had not seen things exactly as they happened. Maybe it had just been some other woman that looked a lot like Jen.Thinking, I remembered Don giving me his room phone number. I sat down and getting a good grip on my emotions decided to call and pretend to be the hotel concierge and ask to speak to Jen. I rehearsed my little spiel and figured it all out in my head then punched in the numbers."Hello?" Yes... this is the Emerald Springs calling to see if Jen... Brown... Mrs. Jen Brown should happen to be there. One of the guests saw her walking with a gentleman whom they knew and told us. We have an important message for her." Uh... just a minute."I could hear an argument in the background then the phone changing hands.Jen came on."Hello? What is the message? What's wrong?"I hung up. Overcome with too much emotion I just couldn't say the rest of what I had planned. My Jen... my.
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