What if he’d seen her?” She was embarrassed for both of them at that thought. “I better check on him.”She put her suit on and crept down the ...all. She stopped at his door and was about to knock when she heard some sounds. They were sounds she was familiar with. Sounds of sex. Moans and heavy breathing. She knew he was jacking-off. She wanted to walk away, but something kept her there. She very slowly turned the door knob and waited. She wasn’t sure whether he’d seen the knob turn, but when his. Laying back on her parka, she undid the front clasp on her bra, allowing her massive tits to quiver into view. “Dinner time, John.”“Huh?” he said, feasting his eyes on her charms.“Eat me.”“Oh.” Her husband shifted around on the seat, sinking to the floor, and bending into her. Anita simply grabbed his ears and pulled him to her crotch.John allowed Anita to guide him to his object of desire. She was as turned on by the situation as he was, wet and musky. Briefly pausing to pull his erect cock. Her slender, well-toned 5 foot, 5 inch frame was set off beautifully by her long golden hair. Her lovely tits were just the perfect size for her figure, and perfectly symmetrical. She was beautiful, and she knew it . . . and now this bitch was going to get what she deserved.Shana rubbed the soapy suds up and down her arms, then around her breasts, turning frequently under the cascading spray. Her hands continued to glide freely over the front of her belly, then down her legs and back up to her. Then it popped back on and I saw her fingering her well used pussy. She rolled over and stood up , she picked up her cloths and left the room, I could see the alarm clock it was just nine fourty five in the morning. The camera cut off , when it came back I could see the clock it was high noon and the reason it came back was there was my wife with the same guy. She was wearing a white tennis style skirt and a white sports bra. She sat on the bed and he steped out of frame. I could tell they.