“Uh-h-h-h-h-h-h” I stammered, my eyes darting back to Patrick. It was immediately evident that he knew more about where to touch than me. As I ...elt him explore me my loins caught fire and I felt the kind of pleasure pings I hadn’t before. Jesus it felt so good! He was old! He was gross! He was fat! He was bald! Yuck!But still I let him. My eyes were starring over at the wall of the sofa. I couldn’t bare to watch him. Those eyes, piercing and evil. Those lips, curled into his. She removed all of the body hair before she began removing the swim trucks. Once those were gone she placed the bikini models swimsuit area over the space where his trucks were. She then carefully began to blend her upper thighs with his lower. After a few minutes he boyfriend was now rocking a sexy pair of legs and hips. Both of which were emphasized by her neon greenish yellow bikini bottoms. She flattened out his tummy just a little before moving on to his chest and arms. The arms like the. ” She slapped his hip. “Fuck me hard, and would love for you to cum on my face, Frank.” My boss looked up at me, then back down before our eyes met. I got the feeling he did not want to see my face in case I disapproved. He did not want to stop fucking just because it turned out to be my wife. When Frank started fucking her again, my wife became vocal. There was no need to keep silent any more. She shouted, “Yes! Fuck me!” Several times she moaned, “Oh, Frank!” She was trying to encourage. He didn’t move in time and in my hurry to get away, I hit his arm with my chest, wetting it.“Dude, what the hell!” he yelled, then saw that the cups were not in my hands and grabbed my arm, keeping me in place. “Brianna?” his horrified blue eyes, about the only physical trait we had in common other than height, zeroed in on my wet blouse and apron, now stained.I let him march me back inside the staff room.“Bri, what is going on? Why are you, uh… what’s with…”I crossed my arms over my chest, my.