I almost turned to go to the bedroom to get a robe but, suddenly, felt this overwhelming urge to open the door, dressed as I was. My hand, with a mind...of its own, reached for the door. “Hello, John, come in”.“Hi Anne, I’ve called for Jim’s papers”.“He’s in bed, I’ll see where they are”.I went into the bedroom. He’d heard the conversation. “Tell him I’m in the shower. I’ll be down in 10 minutes. Make him a coffee or something.”I’d slipped on a robe. He grabbed my waist as I went for the door,. .but...you don't understand...someone was here and..."But Jack was already gone. He was now walking in the street, laughing out loud thinking about what he had just done to this bitchy milf. As soon as she had started talking to him, he had frozen time, just long enough to take off her clothes and put her in this embarassing position. Pranks like this had become a hobby of his over the past few years.Just like his latest victim, Jack didn't look like someone out of the ordinary. He looked. Carrie knew how much I'd like that too.We packed up our picnic and headed back down to the centre. It was getting quite busy with revellers waiting for the start of the festival. We walked as close as we could holding hands. We followed the crowds to a large tent. We heard music playing, George Ezra, we both sang along.We got to the tent as the first unknown band started. Carrie stood in front of me and I put my hands on her hips. Wow, she really can move them. I pulled myself close to her and. . Don't pretend like you haven't been staring at my tits and wondering what they would feel like with your face pressed in between them as I ride you". The thought of it made my cock grow in my pants, I didn't really want to resist as I had met her husband and he was an arsehole. My reply was a simple word " yes" as lust overcame me. We pulled into a layby at the side if the road, noting that it was half 8 in the morning, one of the busiest times of the day. She spoke in commands " take your.