Of course they both darted around the seats and sat on either side of my wife holding her bent over her seat. They used the opportunity to squeeze and...fondle her DD's as they waited their turn.With my wife now held in place the second stranger started his assult on my wife's pussy with his massive cock. It took him a minute or two to get his meat lubed up enough to slide in and out of my wife's pussy but once he did he was pumping her at a steady pace with no problem. My wife even stopped. When she had finished shaking Brenda announced, "Time for your spanking I think."She placed a cushion on a chair before slowly lowering her recently caned backside onto it and after shuffling uncomfortably for a while she said, "Over my knee young lady."Christine lay across Brenda's lap and the older woman caressed her white buttocks and briefly put two fingers between Christine's legs and into her cunt before surprising her by unleashing a number of rapid spanks to each arse cheek SLAP! SLAP!. No different than a bathing suit.” “Seeing you wear those every summer has scarred me for life.” “Well, I’m going to escape the abuse of my bitchy sister…” she stuck her tongue out at me, “and head upstairs to take a shower.” “No way! I just went for a 5 mile run in the freezing cold. That shower is mine. You worked out for probably 15 minutes inside. That’s like a sauna compared to what I di—“ I bolted up the stairs before she could finish her thought, but she wasn’t far behind. She overtook. I was about to join her when I recognized the woman sitting with her. It was the one we’d met on the trail, the one that had watched us from the bluff.I figured they knew each other but I thought in just a passing fashion, like recognizing someone you passed when changing machines. Not a coffee partner. Yet, there they were, in cheerful, animated discussion, hands waving, and tossing smiles and laughs in abundance. What the hell was this?I slunk back into the hallway outside the cafeteria,.