This was obviously apparent to the lads as I heard on of them say “give her a couple of fingers missis, she likes that.” So, there I was leant ove... the table with the woman starting to slip he fingers up my cunt, her husband looking across the table at me with an amused grin and the three lads starting to shout encouragement. Then the husband stood up and went to lock the door and pull down the blinds with the comment “Oh well if we are going to DO this waitress we had better have privacy.”What. I turned around and looked at Paula and her husbands bedroom door. Slowly, I pressed my ear against the door and I could hear a soft buzzing sound and someone moaning softly. I felt my face flush and I quickly jerked back. Paula was totally masturbating! I couldnt believe it. The door was slightly ajar, so I tried to peek inside and then the worst thing that could have happened happened. I put too much pressure on the door and it swung open. There she was. Paula was lying there in her bed in a. Now, we always took every opportunity to enjoy each other's gorgeous, sexy bodies, but little did we know what chances we'd have to have some fun. We were often quite daring in public. For example, in a crowded pub in Leeds, I once got Tigs as hard as I could for as long as I could, then dared him to go to the toilets, make himself cum into his hand, return to his seat, and let me lick every last gorgeous drop from his fingers. He got his own back. Last trip to London, he dared me to travel on. I'll have to look in the back ma'am, we don't usually sell heelsthat high," the man said as he looked up becoming visibly nervous now asMrs. Foster applied her feminine charms wrapping the man like a limpnoodle around her finger!"Run along dear, get the shoes," she said still seated as the mildlyflustered man rose and left for the back room bumping into a customer onhis way.The man returned with four boxes of shoes and took his seat in front ofMrs. Foster. He opened the first box with.