He strolled around to the other side of the bed and laid down, my wifes free hand went straight for his cock. As i watched her stroke me her fingers w...apped all the way around without any problem, as I looked over at him her fingers wasn’t even close to wrapping around and his size dwarfed her hand. She let me go and moved down to his cock as she looked up at me she stroked his cock several times each time his skin rolled up over the head and a little precum would ooze out after several strokes. "Okay, see you at two over by that boat," and pointed towards a small, brightly coloured boat moored five meters or so offshore. He smiled, winked and left. At 2:15, Brenda was sitting at the front of the boat as it bounced gently over the Caribbean sea. The views were amazing and she took in the salty air. She carried a small yellow beach bag which contained sun cream, towel, water, hat, book (a Peter James), a purse, camera and swimming goggles. They reached their destination twenty minutes. This uncertainty, after all those years, sometimes comes back to haunt me and brings a tear or two of regrets. By the time he got me in the office, he had my breasts out and sucking my nipples. I was getting aroused. The rest is like a bad dream. “Marty we can’t do this, we are both married.” This is the extent of my resistance as I remember. “It will only take fifteen minutes for a quickie Harriet. Everyone is busy drinking and dancing. No one will even notice we are gone.” I don’t quite. “Fuck what others think! Embrace our passion!”He buried into her hard. Fast. Her face twisted. This was it. I recorded the moment her body bucked. I witnessed the sexy beauty cumming on her son's cock. She howled out in rapture, her tits heaving.“Clint! I love you! You're my sexy son! I want to enjoy you whenever we can!”“Yes!” he growled, pumping hard. “Damn, Mom, I can feel your passion!”“I want you to cum in me!” she moaned. “Spill your seed in me. Flood my pussy! Oh, you're such a sexy.