"Mmm..." she purred, watching me stroke. "Go on, John," she said. "I know you like them." Oh God!" I breathed again.Suddenly, their door opened and Bi...l stepped out and placed his hands on Dianne's shoulders. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Caught red-handed!“Here you are,” he said cheerfully. “Morning John. Did you guys sleep well?” he enquired, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was wanking furiously at his wife and that she was openly displaying herself to me.“Umm, Hi... Good morning. Just pick your pace and I will be right here with you.”She nodded and sped up a bit more, settling into a pace that would finish about ten minutes behind my average. I made a mental note to have her ask Katherine for another sports bra when we got back to the pens. The average sports bra didn’t offer enough support for larger breasts, so my pets layered them, but Mandy was still bouncing more than she should with two of them. It was an interesting view, but she really needed a third layer if. She pushed me away and sat up. Her face was worried. She looked at her watch, calculating. At last, she sat cross-legged, her heels tucked under her bottom. It was difficult to take my eyes from her groin. Her vulva was very prominent, swollen from our recent intercourse, parted by her position. I finally managed to look at her face. She was smiling patiently."You'll have to get used to it. I'm comfortable, sat like this. It can't be much of a novelty to you!"I shook my head. "Wrong there. You. They were soft and delicious to suck on, and by the way Shayna was moaning I could tell she was enjoying it. But I was not about to stop there. My hands found the button on Shayna’s jeans, and it was quickly undone. I waited a few moments to see if Shayna would protest before pulling the zipper on her jeans down. I then leaned up and began to pull Shayna’s pants down. I stopped to ask her if it was ok, and her only answer was nodding her head, never looking away from my hands on her pants. I.