She shivered as one finger found its way into the folds of her nether region.John wrapped one arm around Jamie’s waist and turned her sideways to hi.... He let his fingers slide through her swollen folds as he stared fixedly into the darkness of the trees. He could not see any movement. Had they left? What was his plan if they were still there? Did he want them to watch his wife play with herself?A tremor shook Jamie’s body as John leaned forward and wetly kissed her pussy. He did not really like. Margaret also said we didn't have to do anything if I didn't want to. That made me wonder if she was getting cold feet about 'doing anything, ' together?We met at the tennis courts as planned. Margaret arrived soon after me and when I heard her approach I turned the light from my flashlight on her to make sure Pinky or someone else wasn't sneaking up on me. She was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a dark colored jacket with a hood covering her head."Where's Paula?" I asked, secretly glad that she. I had some hope the smoke was from a fireplace, as a large fire would reflect off the low clouds.No road or driveway was visible, but the wind was blowing from the north. We headed across the fields and over the hill, following the occasional whiff of smoke. Our feet crunched through the ice crusted snow, and the ice covered stubble wet the bottoms of our pants. I was beginning to think I was crazy, hiking over hills, following that wisp. I sure as Hell was cold, and my coat was beginning to. But I know I did. Is Steve really fucking her? In her bum? I felt her hand squeeze mine, and I looked at her. She seemed concerned. Her eyes looked at me questioningly. "Um, ok, so you and your brother fuck." "Yes." "How long have you been doing it?" "Since I was young. Nearly ten years now." Ten years. Good grief! They've been fucking each other for nearly ten years! And this is the first I've heard of it. She squeezed my hand again. "Are you ok about it?" "Well, yes, love, I guess so. It's.