I was inheaven as I lapped at the sheer fabric my wife wearsbetween her legs and covers her hot pussy and ass.I was so wrapped up in my jack-off sessi...n that Ididn’t notice the door to the bathroom open. “So that’s why my panties are always so wet when I dothe laundry,” my wife said as I froze, my cockstiffening even more at my situation of being caught.“You’re a pantyboy, a pantyboy,” she said mockingly,“why didn’t you tell me. I love you so much and I really want you to understand that.” “Peter, please, I know you love me... I love you and I feel at home here.” I replied.He kissed me again and we hugged. He could not stay and had to say goodbye and head off to work. While he was gone I did exactly what I should, I studied using his office. True to form I was deep into my studies when I heard the door to the office open. Peter came in and kissed me and set a tea down. I looked around and saw the clock. It was. Uncircumcised, he pulled back his foreskin to reveal his already drooling cock head. Slowly at first but as he relaxed more quickly, he pumped back and forth, gripping tightly as he excited himself, all the time sharing intently between her legs. Every few minutes Diane treated him to another handful of her wetness not foregoing a little squeeze of her hard clitoris. It wasn't very long before his groaning began to tell her to stop. As he was reaching his climax she didn't want to miss the. She couldn't bear to pull it away from her yet, she couldn't keep going. She was having trouble breathing, she was far too weak to stand up, and she was nearly blind with lust.She managed out of sheer exhaustion to drop the device and a lucky spasm spit the toy out onto the shower floor where it buzzed angrily that it had been denied.Donna sat there for several minutes before she regained her senses. She reached down and flicked the toy off and then sat there longer as her strength slowly.