Looking a little sheepishly at David, she moved back over towards him. Running her hands across his thighs, and up to his belt, which she began to und... when David’s hands came down over the top of hers. He held them for the briefest moment, then continued to undo his belt and slide down his zipper for her.From her position between his legs, she could see just how hard and ready he was. In moments David had freed his aching cock from his jeans. Subconsciously she licked her lips then gently took. I bent over, my huge tits swaying before me as I stumble dafter him. He marched forward with all the power of a boulder crashing down a hill, nothing capable of stopping him.Tears burned in my eyes. My marriage was all over. But it wasn't fair. I was just satiating my lusts like he did with our daughter. I was having fun, like him. What was really so wrong about that? I had needs, too. I needed to be fucked. I needed to cum.And he didn't give me what I needed. He didn't treat me like a slut.“My. It was her forest, now. I shook my head and pulled my wet shirt off. Jill laughed out loud when water splashed onto the ground from the flannel material of my shirt as I wrung it out. I grimaced at her and hung it on a low hanging branch before I took off my shoes and socks. Jill sat down next to me and removed her shoes and socks too. ‘I really missed you.’ I smiled at her comment. ‘I kept your necklace.’ She fished the piece of plastic, now tied to a long strip of leather with a metal clasp,. It was her daily casual and jogging shirt, so it was wearing thin in places - especially the well-worn area over her tall nipples that rubbed and rubbed the fabric away with each step. She kept fit by also jumping rope braless, further thinning her shirt front. Neither of us could wait until her nipples finally burst thru the shirt in public. I wondered aloud if she would THEN stop wearing the shirt or if she would 'forget' that her nipples were poking thru it. She never answered me.Somehow,.