After my wife passed away, I lived with my son and his wife for several years. Lately, I couldn't help but worry about my son's wife. Her clothes are too defenseless and her gestures seem to be inviting. And my son and I were working together at night, so my patience was almost at its limit. One day, when I returned home after a gathering, my wife was masturbating intensely. Although she didn't want to look at it, she did and her wife found out. The other day, my wife spoke to me. Apparently she was happy that I was looking at her and she wanted me to look at her again...
