Tara impatiently chided the man under her breath, and then caught herself. How was it possible that she was so personally involved in this scene? Why ...as she so affected by the sight of these two strangers making love in broad daylight? How was it possible that she was experiencing a level of arousal she had never known?The man’s sudden thrust inside the woman, and the woman’s resulting shout, jolted Tara suddenly back into awareness. He was pounding his erection into her, and her curvy body. I got off the bike and we stood chatting. I'd changed my bike and now had a 350 Triumph Tiger, much bigger than the 125 Triumph Terrier I'd had when we lived in the same street. "Oooh, I like that Mike," she said. "Is it fast?" "Do you wanna find out?" I asked, not expecting the reply I got. "Oh I'd love to but I haven't got a helmet." I got off the bike and opened the back box where I always carried a spare. "No problem," I said, thinking that if I called her bluff, she's back down. But to my. ” I looked straightstrait at my daughter. “I love your mother. This is a part of her, and she can’t help it. I would be miserable without her, Abby. I know that. What she does when she is out of town is of no consequence to me or us as long as I am ignorant of it. I know this is a lot to take in at your age, baby. I love your mom and I can’t live without her. But I can’t change your mom.” I smiled at my daughterher, but I saw tears running down her cheeks.“Honey? Your mom is okay! I am not. That first stroke doesn’t count, Angie, as he got up.” “Get back over the desk.” I said, enjoying this. Again I parted his legs and I felt his thick cock between my fingers. Swish, he moaned but kept still. Swish, swish, swish, three strokes criss crossed his taught cheeks. Swish, swish, swish another dead centre and two at the top of his legs making him cry out but, give him credit, he stayed down. Swish, swish, two strokes on the top of his bum. “Turn round and rub your bottom.” He turned.