Or maybe the guilt was because she was wondering how far he would go with all three of them.Bill reached around her and, resting one shoulder against ...er breast, reached into a drawer. He pulled a pair of scissors and a whole box of the stationary clips that he had used on her shirt from the drawer and set it on the counter. He smiled at her as he straightened."Come on girls." Bill said, while looking into Linda's eyes. "We still need to fix your mom's shorts so she can modify them too."Linda's. When I got home, I had another wank remembering her watching me.But I stayed away from that bus shelter for a while, particularly avoiding that time of day. It pays to be careful. I thought I was safe enough, but you never know.But after a few weeks, I felt it was safe enough and again, after a few beers I was waiting at the same bus stop at about the same time and I saw her again - the same woman, the same bus stop. It wasn't really intentional on my part, but I wondered whether I had. She leaned in, slowly easing him back so that she lay on top of him. Her breasts were pressed against his shirt. Their buttons dug into her skin until she opened his shirt and exposed his skin to her lips and tongue. As his wife licked her way down his chest and then back up, where she teased and pulled on his nipples with her teeth, Pete stroked her shoulders and caressed the flesh that was exposed by the criss-cross design of her lingerie. He moaned when she pressed her mouth against his. After a lot of debate, it was decided that Carole should speak tenderly yet seductively, while Phyllis, as the 'cheering section', should be more crude."Oh, Dan, Dan, Dan! That feels just wonderful!" Carole exclaimed. She ran her hands over every part of him that she could reach, and told him "All of those wonderful muscles working so hard to make me feel so good! Mmmmmmm!"Carole babbled on for a little longer and when she stopped, Phyllis began running her hand over his ass and down the crack.