My wife and I were in our bed and I was on the inside nearest the other bed. Helen was also sitting on the inside of the other bed. This put the two o... us within a few feet of each other. The room air was blowing from the far side of the room blowing towards Helen first and then me. We were all talking business when I realized that I could smell Helen. I thought back to all the times when we had sweated together in the store. It was not entirely the same smell. To my surprise, I could. I was soon joined by a tall good-looking Australian guy, who took me in his arms for a slow smooch. His hands soon found my naked tits beneath my low cut neckline. My drink befuddled brain knew I should move his hand but it felt so nice. My new partner escorted me outside for some fresh air and a snog. He manoeuvred me behind the garden shed, well out of sight from the house; his hands roughly mauled my tits as we kissed. My dress became undone and was hanged down around my waist, exposing my. Matt decided to search for him and found him behind the shelf of books that was directly in front of Abby. Matt saw him squatting down at the shelf, holding a book. Matt went quietly and carefully closer to him and Matt hid somewhere near him and Abby so that he could get a good view of both of them. Then, he saw the man covering his phone with the book to hide it. He was video recording Abby’s sexy view through the little gaps between the books on the shelf. He had recorded for about a minute. It felt amazing degrading this mother into this position. I have to say, she was an amazing cocksucker, a good combination of hands and mouth suction really elevates a blowjob. “Oh, that's a good whore.” I said. She popped her mouth off my cock. “Don't you fucking call me that.” She said indignant. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock in her mouth. I held her there while I fucked her mouth. “I'll call you whatever I want while you are here. Out there you are Barbara, in here you are my whore..