My parents had gone out and i was home alone, and when I saw her in her swimsuit my eyes were popping. I had to turn my back straight away to adjust b...lge in my shorts. I jumped in the water fast, and she got in along with me. We swam and goofed around with each other. Then she grabbed me and started to tickle me. I was flailing my arms around trying to get her off, and my hand accidntally brushed against her tit. It was totally innocent, but we both froze. Something instinctively told me to. After last week, it was inevitable. This was stressful, but it allowed me to quietly pass word along about both my nuptials and the pending move. Christine did a very nice impression of furniture. I made a point of looking up Sharon, the yoga instructor. I thanked her for her time the week before and informally invited her to the wedding. Sharon surprised me greatly by throwing her arms around me and exclaiming how happy that made her. Since we had never been close, I was taken aback. I was. After a stop at the bathroom to relieve myself, I stripped and went upstairs to join my wife and her breeder. They hadn’t wasted any time. Laura was naked on her back with Brandt deep inside of her, fucking her like he was on some kind timer. The metal post headboard was banging against the wood paneling of the wall. Laura was enjoying his fast and hard fucking, moaning and groaning with each thrust into her. I sat in one of the two sitting chairs in the corner and watched my wife get fucked by. He reached down, caressing her buttocks, then deftly rolled her over on her back, exposing her small perky breasts, her nipples like tiny candies erect in the light. His hands reached out and cupped them in his large hands. Massaging them with his cock dangling with the tip touching her lips at each jump, he continued to grope her body. His hand deftly went to her crotch caressing her bushy light pussy hair. His finger darted down into the slit rubbing her clit, causing her to moan and stir.