After he lifted her skirt, exposing her bald pussy to me, I just stared. She stood there and allowed him to touch her in places previously untouched by anyone other than me for the past twenty-four years. Her eyes fluttering as she suggested we move into the living room to be more comfortable. We all walked in the living room, Bob with his arm around Christine. She walked over to the loveseat and sat down. Not having room...