My wife saw only the beauty of the city and the park that we were encircling. After the second glass of wine my wife placed her hand on my crotch. I l...oked down quickly to see that the blanket was covering her hand and what she was doing to me. So I moved my hand over to her crotch too. I was pleased that her skirt was hiked up far enough for me to touch her panty-covered pussy. Her panties were wet and she humped slightly against my hand. Then she kissed me as she pressed a firm breast into my. After what had just happened it would be dangerous to let Matt into her bedroom. Not because of what he might do, but because of what she might let him do. Donna agonised for a few seconds, then realized that the boy probably only wanted to apologize for what had happened. Her little beat-off session would just have to wait."Oh, all right, Matt," she said, finally.Sighing with frustration, Donna sat up in bed, fluffed out her long golden hair, and waited. Matt opened and closed the door gently. The greatest turn-on I had experienced prior to being d**gged, was when I went to place some clothes in the wash basket, and there at the top was a pair of white satin panties; the gusset displayed as though placed deliberately, stained slightly off-colour, tantalisingly soiled. Temptation was too much; I did not hesitate and sniffed at the spot where her most womanly scent would be left. My cock stiffened immediately as I inhaled the spicy feminine fragrance; the scent was intoxicating as I. She couldn't help but squeeze her ass cheeks together, to try to close her exposure, but it had the opposite affect, it reminded her that an eighteen year old cock was thrusting itself against the lips of her wet pussy. Terri felt what she thought was an answering thrust from Rick's prick to her movement. Why that little brat, she thought, he is coming on to me by flexing his cock against me. But instead of getting angry, she actually responded by again pushing against his rising rod. Minutes.