"And I'll tell her what you did to make me say it."

"She'll call you a shameless hussy," I replied.

"So? I am."

Dinner passed, as did TV time. Debby teased me the rest of the night. She unbuttoned her dress down to the level of her tits, giving me a great look at her cleavage. Her nipples poked through the thin cotton. After dinner, in the family room, while the kids watched the tube, she placed her legs so that I could see straight up her dress. Her pussy was pink and moist through the trim blond curls.

Thank God the boys were too young to know what was going on. Of course, I had noticed Little Jimmy starting to look through the Penney's catalog at more than toys. Now he seemed to be noticing the bra and nightgown sections. The boys seemed to stay up forever, but then again, they didn't have school the next day.

Finally the boys hustled off to bed around ten. Debby and I continued watching the TV, she in her armchair and me in mine, facing her. Every five or ten minutes I saw a hand steal up to her chest and pop another button. After half an hour, the dress was completely undone. Her belly button stared at me, and her nipples pointed up. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, now spread wide. Debby began to slowly play with herself, teasing me along with her nipples and clit. I sipped a beer and idly watched.

When the news ended, Debby stood. "Coming to bed?" she asked. One eyebrow arched, and she did a bump-and-grind in my direction. I upended the beer bottle down my throat and followed her to our room.

Once in our room I rapidly stripped. Debby, almost naked to begin with, was faster. She sat on the bed facing me with her legs spread wide. I moved to join her on the bed.

"Not so fast, buster," she said to me. "All day long I've been doing what you want. It's your turn now."

"Gladly."

Pointing to the floor between her feet, she said, "Dinner time."