I couldn’t stand it and joined her just as she leaned her head back to wet her hair for washing. My body pressed to hers startling her since she had...not heard me enter the tub. I felt her jump and pulled her close whispering, “Need any help?” She smiled, it seemed as though her husband was not nearly as attentive to her fantasies as I. “No, it’s okay. I do appreciate the offer though,” with a sweet dismissing smile to bid me to leave her alone to take care of what she had to do. Her head fell. Suddenly a small vibration alerts the back and the brain – they are touching the same wall! The shuffling steps are quicker now, but after a brief pause, seem to be moving away. Damn it! Turning towards the left, fingers like whiskers along the wall, moving again feels almost as foreign as before – as if the brief respite rinsed away the ability. But, readjusting to the sensations (or lack thereof) knocks the focus off the clues to the other. A pause confirms that they have either stopped. Her sweet little cunt juiced. A shimmering tingle of excitement sizzled through her. Like Chris, Nancy was bent way over, hands touching the ground, legs set wide apart, her rump arched. She looked back and up at the stands.She saw another man taking pictures of her. She slowly swung her ass to the right, to the left, wiggled her asscheeks, and thrilled to the voyeuristic antics of the man shooting pictures.I'll bet he's got a big hard prick in his pants, Nancy thought.Her pussy sizzled. Nancy. A large sofa lay against the far wall, whilst a chaisse longue, obviously being used by the woman lay opposite beside a luxurious sheep-skin rug content of an open fire. “ A.J. this is Audrey, Audrey, A.J.”, the woman smiled, she was around five six tall, chubby with shoulder length, dark brown hair. She was wearing a long velvet skirt in a brownish hue and a crisp, white blouse, open at the neck enabling a view of a deep cleavage, “Gorgeous as ever Audrey,” flattered Dave as he stood by the.