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NOT my Wife, but my Sister-in-Law ! Called at their house for a cuppa. She was ironing a short, strappy, plunging Summer Frock. She asks for a lift if I was going down town. As I rinsed the cups, she appeared in the Dress and a short jacket, pocketing a couple of tissues as we exited. She turned to lock the door as walked to my Hatchback. Opening the passenger door as she arrived, she stooped to enter. I'm looking straight down her front. No Lingerie. Nice tits. Poking nipples. Shaven Pubis. Leather sandals. Tarmac. She climbed aboard, her dress hiked to her waist to display her lovely, long legs. Setting off, she placed her hand on top of mine as a I changed gear. She sat there looking straight ahead. Mascara. Blue Eye Shadow. Ruby Lips. Silence. She climbed out at an Office Block, bending to give me another down-top vista. "Thank you for getting me ready" she chimed. For What ? "It's only Short Time. You're a man. You know. Two minutes. If you wait, you can take me home. All The Way. Come Inside." Even though I knew her thumb was bigger than her Husbands Cock, I refused as she set off down the well worn path. Anyway. I had urgent Business, and I didn't want to be involved in a Divorce or Catch a Social Disease. Neither did I want Sloppy Seconds !

It later transpired that this became their standard way of staving-off Bankrupsy and Re-Possession !