As she left my room, I scoped out her bottom barely covered by her little sleep shorts. It was easily as good looking as it had felt.I reset the alarm...and went back to sleep. When it went off later, I rose and started my day officially.I went into the kitchen walking behind Rachel. It was good. She knew I was behind her and gave me an extra wiggle. I was looking forward to Wednesday night supper and following her to her apartment tonight.I made it through work getting things done or at least. Then he said, sit backand feel your breast. Think of some stranger checking out your sexypanties. I got really turned on thinking about it. I've never been onefor showing off, but this did kind of sound fun. He told me to rub mypussy and thing of all them men checking me out. The more I startedthinking about it, the better it sounded. The next thing I know I'mcoming thinking about it. He said, so will you do it for me? I told himyes, any thing for him. He said OK, do it first thing in the. Then she yanked my foreskin back and pulled me tight against her swollen quim, urging me in. Not needing to be told twice, I slid in and started to fuck her wet pussy hard. Her legs were being held back at the ankles at an almost right angle allowing me deep penetration, and I was pounding away when I heard a twig snap close by. I stopped, worried, and sat back, pulling out of her pussy and sitting on my haunches, looking up. Then I saw him, a jogger. My then wife appeared to freeze, and didn't. As she grew older, but not yet out of school, my wife, Kathaleen, started fantasizing about other girls. She had read a little bit of erotica that focused on f/f sex, and the idea of making love to another girl became a mild obsession with her. She had a very close friend, Linda, who was her same age, and it wasn’t unusual for them to see each other naked when showering after gym class, or in the changing room at the pool. Linda was shorter than my wife and a bit on the plump side. While my.