The window was open, just a screen between them and me. I lifted my head a little and found Fiona looking out the window. There was a table in front o... the window and she was apparently face down on it. I raised my head a little more and saw the top of John's head--he was standing behind her. Fiona was breathing deeply--she couldn't seem to get her breath. I could see her eyes, they were unfocused. She wrenched her head and her whole body jerked toward the window. Again, then again. She was. My dicks still inside his wife when she grabs my hand and asks why I stopped pounding her. She then looks at her husband and said "I told you I could get me a young stud, I win" Her husband looks at me I still think I'm gonna get shot, and he tells me to finish her off. He unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock and starts face fucking his wife I start fucking her again. Still trying to figure this situation out. I hear him say "be a man and fuck her. Harder. Pound her fucking pussy like a. I started to apologize again and she told be to be quiet and to sit still and let her finish cleaning off the paint and looking at the scratch. She told me I was a silly boy and to let her take care of me. She was on her knees between my kegs and as she started to clean the paint off my chest, she moved forward and pressed her hip into my crotch. The contact was very soft and I could feel her hip gently pressing on my cock and balls. It felt so good but if I was embarrassed before, I. A brief view of her puckered hole as her ass cheecks opened when she reached to the floor to pick up the discarded clothing. A flash of her hair covered, swollen pussy lips. I couldn't move. I needed to see more. The violation of her privacy was not lost on me, but my urge was more powerful than my conscience.And then I was caught. She saw me standing in the partly opened doorway, gawking, open mouthed, mezmerized. Unmoving. A deer caught in the headlights. God, I was so embarassed and ashamed,.