I also saw her hand go down to her pussy and knew she was stroking herself as she sucked at the anonymous cock! I don’t know if the guy came in her ...outh or not, but heard her whimper once while she came herself. Then he was gone. I was afraid to stick my own cock through my hole because I was afraid she would recognize it. I watched as she stroked herself to another orgasm and then pulled up her pants and quickly left, now I feared she might see my car but as I peeked out, I saw her driving. As I rubbed it firmly, memories continued to flood my senses and I easily inserted a finger into my dripping hole. My muscles eagerly gripped it.Fingering myself, my thumb frantically rubbing my clit, I recalled making love in the college locker rooms after swim practice: not the most romantic environment unless you enjoy chlorine mixed with body odor. We got off on the thrill of possibly getting caught. Obviously, it was something I never forgot.An intense orgasm rocked my body for the second. Every sound seemed to fade, except our controlled, if not tortured breaths, caught up in their individual sensations.I felt my man hole stretch, the slight tingling discomfort making me catch my breath. My ass cheeks were slightly raised off the bed, my lower body supported by my feet around his neck. Opening my eyes, I looked up at Martin, his eyes were screwed shut as he concentrated on the slow shallow and purposeful thrusts into me. My wet and hungry hole accepted him, one inch at a time,. Every time she bent forward I could see down her top revealing her pendulous breasts, which had wide brown areolas and super hard big nipples. It was a warm summer evening so the water soaked up easy into buckets and in no time we’d cleared up. Throughout my cock was hard and raging and I knew Helen could see it. Strangely knowing she could see my cock and she knew I could see all her glory, neither of us reacted which seemed to heighten the sexual tension between us. As I was finishing off.