.." She finally settled on one of the music channels playing smooth jazz and tossed the remote onto the table. "It's just for background noise anyway....You know, in case the neighbors are listening. We wouldn't want them to hear anything suspicious." Oh, heavens no," I agreed in my best mock southern belle. "Of course if they didn't catch the last three hours worth then the next thirty minutes isn't likely to excite them." Three hours!" she exclaimed. "Was it really three hours? Wow! I was. Before I could nod, her husband put in my hands a bottle of nice red wine. We sat down on the living room, as I opened the bottle.Ashton asked about my wife and I told him Ana was at Helena’s house. But Jeannie laughed and she said that my wife was now fucking her new trainer; a black guy called Winston…I did not say a single word about Ana; but I asked them if they wanted to watch a movie, as we shared the red wine.Then Ashton surprised me by saying he would love some porn, a movie showing. I slid my hand over her naked thighs up to her bunched clothing and eased it over her knees where it flopped to her ankles. I slipped my hand between her kneecaps and then let my hand slide back. Oh, the wonder of feeling a young girls hot flesh part so willingly as her legs spread wide. I heard Viv gasp as she caught her first close up glimpse of aroused female flesh. My hand fluttered down those soft, soft inner thighs and came to rest on Jules' hair covered mound. This was the second pussy I. I'm ... yes, admit it, Victoria Young ... masturbating! Masturbating like a teenage girl after she's read a spicy novel ... I'm a grown woman, married, with a husband ... and yet I'm lying here and playing with my own breasts ... it's perverted, but, oh, God, it feels so good ... so good ...Her tight hand left her nakedly quivering breast and moved slowly down over her stomach to the elastic waistband of her panties. In spite of her self-recrimination, her shame at what she was doing, she.