"Just that you fucked me right there so they could all see, that's all!" But you told me, Mother." I know," she admitted, biting her bottom lip. "I di...n't know you'd do it, though."He wrapped his arms about her, his chest smashing at her firm tits. When he kissed her, she found herself melting again. She could not resist it when he touched her, kissed her. The lightest touch of his hands or lips sent flames of heat roaring through her. She closed her arms about his neck and pressed her naked. But she was fingering herself well in the locker and it felt good. She tried to spread her legs wider open in the limited space.Her nose was rubbing up against the picture of the horse and she was imagining she could smell the horse's sweat. How good it would be to have a wild beast between her legs. To grip it with her thighs as she stroked its flying mane.Her cunt was wet and her fingers were sliding in and out."Uh!" she groaned as she felt her pussy widen and open.But fortunately her cries. Emil knew that finding real treasure took effort. There was nobody around - probably miles. Only a gentle breeze and a few birds accompanied him. As he climbed over the knotty roots and rocks along the shoreline, he wished he had worn something more comfortable than those tight red shorts, sandals and a flimsy white T-shirt. In fact, he thought it would be nice to be naked, but he felt a little too shy to strip down for some reason.As he got into a nice clearing, he first thought his metal. I could also see Trish’ face as her head rocked from side to side. She looked in agony; she even sounded as if she was in agony but she wasn’t. This was ecstasy not agony, Trish was climaxing again and again. I had read many accounts from husbands who had wat6ched their wives being fucked by other men. All seemed to have one thing in common and that was the surprise of the extent of their wife’s enjoyment. I looked at Trish; I saw the contortions in her face and I heard her screams of ecstasy.