What the fuck! Was pudgy old man trying to mirror image the action on the screen. Or was it just a coincidence?And then he leaned forward and his lips...met hers. Fuck her, the bitch kissed him back. Has my wife no shame? My cock throbbed violently as my stomach turned over several times. My whole body was shaking from the mixture of arousal and disgust, so much so that I felt distinctly light headed. My breathing was ragged as I watched his hands slip around behind her body. As he kissed her. Everywhere I looked was a camel toe, bare boob or other distraction.In due course we found ourselves back in our room before the evening meal.My wife declared that she was going to take a shower and went into the bathroom, I waited outside and allocated the kids some activities to keep them busy, I inserted myself into the bathroom and offered to wash her back or something.She told me I should be out there looking after the kids but she sounded fairly tolerant and amenable.I persisted and. . and up ... and up ... I swallowed. Her hand snuck under my towel and wrapped around my cock without any formalities. “You need me to take care of this real quick?” Beatrix asked.“Sure,” I said, too thrilled to quibble over her ‘real quick’ comment.She nodded, a neutral expression on her face. She pumped away, steadily, unhurriedly, with the same firm grip she had used on my arms and legs. I couldn’t help but groan, my pleasure building as she stroked my manhood. She pulled the towel down for. Otherwise, he'd just play around with her, feel her up some and get his sexual juices flowing.This morning Philip didn't have any other pussy in mind before late that afternoon so he was all Beverly's. She could do him or even fuck with him if she wanted to. He usually let her control their little sexy times together.Philip loved the contrast in Beverly -- in the way she dressed for work there in his office complex and the way she conducted herself around him. From outward view, Beverly looked.