Mit seiner Hand ging er unter ihren Rock und befingerte ihre Fotze. Einer seiner Freunde zerrte an ihrem Oberteil bis es nachgab und sie ihre blassen ...rüste sehen konnten. Daraufhin packte sie der dritte an der Schulter und riß sie nach unten auf den Boden. Mittlerweile hatte der Chef schon seine Hose offen und meinte nur noch "haltet sie fest damit ich sie erst mal ausprobieren kann." Die beiden hielten ihre Arme fest und der Typ der sie gleich nageln würde hielt ihre Knie fest. Grob schob er. Those lean long legs, the tight little ass.. "Fuck" He swore to himself, feeling his cock ache at his semi. He was never going to get to sleep tonight. He couldn't stop his mind wandering to her. How many times had he shamelessly stood in the shower, jerking himself to thoughts of her. Remembering a trip to the beaches, her prancing down to the water in a bikini. Or those hot summer nights where she wore thin nightgowns that barely covered her thighs. All these things she did, without realising. Sure, she was annoyed, too, but she was going to take the high road and not complain.“I can’t believe this is happening to us, AGAIN,” she grumbled.“Oh, I don’t know,” he reflected optimistically, “I kind of enjoyed the last time.”She whirled on him, “Are you kidding me?! We were stuck in here for an hour arguing; it was torture!”“Oh, I quite enjoyed our verbal…..sparring.” he pushed himself off the handrail, closing the distance between them with a step.“Really?” she countered, sarcastically.. Since there were only three of us in the house, you did not have to be a genius to figure out who was the owner of those feet. I was shocked as well as surprised to realize that my own mother was a Peeping Tom and was spying on us. I never thought this side of my mother ever existed.My wife, with a muffled cry released her usual abundance of pussy juice as she experienced her orgasm. I thought what was the use of being modest anymore. The person we were trying to be quiet for was watching us. A.