As I entered the family room I saw that both women had their shoes off and their feet curled up under them on the couch. There were three empty bottle... of wine on the coffee table. I sat down in my favorite chair right opposite them. I could see their panties quite clearly and wet spots on them both. Their short skirts were way up around their hips and neither woman seemed to notice or care.I asked Danielle where her children were and was told that they were at their grandmothers for a week. I. He was fully engorged, hard and ready for her.She began wanking him as they kissed and I could see the hunger in both of them as their tongues entwined and explored each other’s mouths.Chris broke away from her lips and slid down the bed towards her feet. He tugged at her knickers and my wife giggled as she raised her hips allowing him to pull them free. She then spread her legs and Chris’ head disappeared between them as he began licking and teasing her smoothly shaved pussy.I was as hard as a. . was a horse of another color.Sure as hell, the big, bearded writer was convinced, she wasn't out there every day displaying her wares without something in mind. She damned sure wasn't doing it for Beth's or Vickie Davis' sake, and there was no one else around to see her but him! And those ball-tingling, lewd stances she strained to get into, bending over straight-legged with her tautly ovalled ass cheeks smack dab facing his study window, the shadow of their separating crevice faintly visible. Long black hair, dark eyes and a pale complexion that was turning ruddy. “I was taking photos. To send home. New York. That’s home. I saw you fall and, well, I ran over.” Great, now I was rambling.“Well, Mr. New York, give me a hand up and tell me your name.”“Oh, William. William Corrigan.” I helped her up and we gathered her apples.“I’m Aoife, William. Sorry to bark at you. Just surprised is all. Hungry?”We sat under one of the trees and she pulled out some cheese from the basket and a knife.