Our tongues swirled and played in each other’s mouths. I moved my hand to her neck and slid my fingers softly up to her ear and behind her head. I f...rmly but gently held her hair in my fist. I pulled her away from me and looked into her eyes, and then she pulled her face back in and started making out with me again. This is crazy! I remember thinking. This woman is, like, twenty-five years older than me! What am I doing? But it felt so right, and it had been a long time coming, and it had. It was 1:15 PM.She stepped back out into the heat. The temperature had risen a fewdegrees while she had been eating and the sun was beating down even moreviciously overhead.Suddenly, Lois felt a pang of guilt. Remembering someone who might besuffering in the heat and sun, she looked for the homeless woman. But shewas nowhere to be seen. Lois shrugged, gingerly opened the hot car doorand turned on the air conditioning as soon as she started the car. Shecouldn't steer the car until the steering. I peered into the dinette from the kitchen doorway. Beyond it lay the living room. My wife was reclining on the couch, naked. The man, also naked, lay half on top of her playing with her breasts and slobbering kisses all over her upper torso and lips. I was sick. The man was Marco Phillips, the P.E. teacher.I resisted the impulse to rush in and ruin their little tryst. I needed to think. I was no fool; I knew that if I burst in on them it could be a case of "he said she said," and there were. She felt at least two cock heads brush against her arse cheeks. Her tits were also caressed, sucked and groped. She was almost overcome. these men were old enough to be her grandfather. Those dirty old men taking advantage of her young body. So very, very naughty of her. 'The filthy fucking bastards.’ she thought to herself.That thought made her very wet indeed. Her legs, ever so slightly spread had fingers kneading her buttocks, gently probing the wetness between her legs, stroking those soft.