And yet, a time of gratitude too. Why gratitude? Because I was able to do something, prove something, to my wife that words could not ever have adequa...ely expressed. Oh, and the something was my love for her. I just hoped it would be enough to sustain her during the years to come. And more than that, I hoped it would be enough to keep her faithful to me during that long lonely time. And, there was my baby. She was going to grow up not knowing me; that would be the hardest.I’d be seeing my wife. "Show us your clit. We want to see how it gets when you get excited. Come on now ... do it ... show us." Constancia knew that Nena was becoming aroused. She knew from being her friend for so many years how submissive she was, how repressed.Trembling, Nena reached between her spread legs, positioning the fingers of her hands over the pink hood. She softly pulled up, exposing the sensitive button. It was obvious that although Nena was petrified with shame, a part of what was being done to her was. Everything was tucked neatly into our backpacks. My rifle was slung over my shoulder, just in case we ran into an aggressive a****l.We'd been hiking for about 4 hours when the sky quickly became overcast with dark, heavy clouds. It was close to 4 in the afternoon and it looked like we were going to get rained on so we moved up the hill until we found a small nearly level spot to set up a camp. We still had another hour to hike before we got to our favorite fishing spot but now we'd have to wait. The scene that was unfolding in front of me was stirring so many conflicting emotions. I was gutted, embarrassed, literally made to feel small, but I can't deny I was also incredibly turned on. While I was watching, I pulled my dick out and started to stroke. I couldn't help it; Kathy was so sexy, and seeing another man taking her made her even sexier.Pete positioned her body, pushing down her back, forcing her ass up and her legs to spread. As he did this, he knelt and started kissing her..