I continued to watch as James lay on his back in the sun and proceeded to masturbate using what appeared to be women's panties as an aid. I have a vie... looking at him from the feet up. As James was furiously involved in rubbing his cock he failed to hear the orchard gate click. I looked around and saw my wife Fiona approaching. I frantically gestured to her to be quiet and gestured for her to come quietly beside me. She knelt next to me and when I pointed to scene before us she gasped and. And sometimes she came home after a rough night. Her face red with beard burns, suck marks on her neck and breasts, the scent of negroe sperm everywhere as well as her soaked panties testifying to her own copious orgams. She would always she was way too sore for straight sex, but loved my gentle lapping on her sensitive enlarged clitoris. It came to a head when I was so angry she didn't come home for two days,and I accused her with everything I knew. She wasn't as surprised as Ithought,. This is where he'll take me, Mavis thought, hesitating on opening the refrigerator. Somehow, she knew."I didn't see a sign of a prowler," Hank said in the dim kitchen."I didn't either, I didn't know we had prowlers in the neighborhood." Mavis breathed shakily--wishing he would make his move... piss or get off the pot!There was a rustling behind her, but Mavis wouldn't turn to determine what it was. She folded her arms under her full breasts, just waiting. She sensed it was only a matter of time. Through his boxers, she saw the outline of his thick cock. He tucked the band of his boxers below his balls, and she moved her face toward him. Looking up, she saw him staring at her. He saw her eyes move from his face to his cock and his head slip past her lips. His mouth gaped as he felt her tongue slide against his shaft. She made circles around his head and watched his face as he closed his eyes and leaned back. He wanted more. He stood up and helped her to her feet, moving her waist closer.