They then caught sight of my wife. I had decided by now to see what would happen, so did nothing to alert my wife to their presence. My wife was total...y absorbed by now , oblivious to anyone else, in mid stream, dress pulled back over her shoulders, body totally exposed, wanking herself furiously. She had an obviously huge orgasm ( not so quiet on this occasion), and waded to the river bank and proceeded to lie down on the bank and rub her pussy and feel her tits in obvious rapture. I didn’t. His looks had deceived me, or had they? ‘Um, hi’, he began, ‘Do you live here alone?’ he asked Oh great, like I’m going to answer that question honestly, ‘No, no I don’t. I have a flatmate, John, he’s just in the shower at moment. Why? Do you need something?’ all such lies. But if this whacko thought he was going to come in and rob my house, he had another thing coming! He smiled and fidgeted again, before finally looking up and directly into my face. ‘No,’ he began, ‘I don’t need anything. But. Then again, she realized it could just as well be the reverse as far as her kinky husband would have it. He would be the photographer, with Jack and herself the screwing pair, and Harry would wear that video out.Mandy sensed the approach of her son behind her, as much from the extra arousal of her husband's erection, as for seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. Jack was now on hands and knees and licking at his mother's pussy. That really raced Mandy's motor! She could tell that all. Slightly lower. ‘Now here.’ Her inner thigh, the skin now warmer on my lips. ‘Now here.’ My heart was going mad in my chest. It literally felt like it was going to burst. My mouth moved closer and closer to her femininity, her skin becoming hotter and hotter as I approached. I heard her sigh, and I looked up. Her eyes were thin slits, barely open beneath her long, black lashes. The sleepy-eyed look somehow made her seem ever more seductive. ‘Slowly. Softly. Put your mouth on me.’ I did. My.