I make no bones about it, or excuses, I wept, bitter tears of sadness ran free, both for her and a little for my own soon to be lonely self, none of w...ich did I want my poor wife or anyone else to see. Nan, bless her, though moist of eye herself, gave me a big clean handkerchief, no doubt slid up her sleeve in a pre-thought gesture, when she left the kitchen, a mark of her knowing us that well! She told me as she collected the clothes once again that “we would need to keep things as normal. His balls were hanging heavy between his thighs and they were swaying in motion with him fucking himself. My cock was rock hard as watched him, and soon my pre-cum was oozing from my slit and i was working it with my thumb all around my cock head. I could see his cock that was now beginning to soften again hanging between his legs, so taking the opportunity, i walked over and knelt behind him and reaching between his thighs i wrapped my hand around his length. slowly i wanked his long shaft as. I kept on creeping closer, then finally I found a big oak tree to hide behind .It was very dark there That small camp fire provided just enough light so I could see what was going on . I was glad I was not noticed from where I was hiding ; I tried to guess their ages in my mind .The guys looked to be eighteen or nineteen , the girls age . I couldn't be sure she looked to be maybe seventeen almost eighteen .She was wearing a "short skirt" It went above the knees when she bent over I could. Go ahead, Peter, masturbate for them. Stroke it like your wife stroked yours the night she came home and told you about being fucked by another man. Spread your legs further apart and stroke it slowly for your wife and for my wife." I reached with my right hand and began to pump my cock. Images of Linda's "fling," of her raunchy dancing with a strange man, of sucking him in her car, of her being fucked from behind in his apartment, and of everything that had happened tonight sprang to mind. All.