After ordering her drink of choice, a cappuccino, and a pastry to give her hands something to do, she settled at a small table against the wall, near ...he front of the cafe. The window tables were all taken, but at least she wasn’t forced to the tables in the center, where she would feel even more exposed than she already was. She opened her laptop and set it on the table, and took out her phone, frowning to discover no new texts from her boyfriend, Carter.He should have texted her by now. What. " I slowly finished up, nursed my drink and then maybe after ten minutes, I walked into the house. Before me, the two women were delightfully entwined. The bungalow reeked of women scent. I breathed it in filling my lungs and my nose better than any toke. I chose to sit in a big chair and watch."Aren't you going to join us?" No, I'm going to sit here and take it in. You two are so hot." As I watched these women, my excitement increased and their familiarity with each other served to heighten. I slept fitfully, my ass open and wet from the fucking I took. I slid out of bed at 7:00 and quietly went to the bathroom in the guest room... I quickly showered,douched, etc. I quietly crept back to his bedroom, he was laying on his side now... his cock against the bed. I pulled back the covers slowly and could see his cock but could not suck it. I decided to take matters into my own hands and improvise... I started slowly licking his ass cheeks, and then slowly his asshole... he moaned a. Smith’s massive cock slide in and out of Mrs. Smith’s cunt, relishing in the distraction it provided. I tried desperately to focus on the sexual display in front of me. Mr. Smith’s rhythm was consistent and slow, but deep. With every thrust, he pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside his wife and then thrust until his balls were pressed up against her ass. Mrs. Smith was moaning continuously as her pussy gushed all over her husband's cock.For a few brief moments, I forgot all.