With the thought of him wanking planted firmly in my mind i knew i had to do something about it. My french knickers were soaked by this point and so i...slowly took them off making sure the drivers of the cars either side of me couldnt see. Hitching up my skirt i slowly started to stroke my swollen clit all the time knowing what Ben was doing in the shower. As i worked 2 fingers inside my wet pussy I could feel my juices running across the palm of my hand. I bit my lip and closed my eyes and. My large boobs almost spilt over the tiny cups of my bra, my excited nipples poked out through the transparent material. I knew the g-string left little to their imagination. The thread at the back disappeared between the cheeks of my backside; the minuscule thin piece of cloth at the front barely covered my genitals. The stilettos enhanced the shape of my legs. I knew I looked good. Their obvious physical response, evidenced by their hardening cocks, flattered my ego. Behind me someone. There wasn't much plot to it, but the quality was excellent, and the cast gorgeous. It started with a girl and two guys in a large living room. They looked classy, the woman in her late twenties to early thirties, and the men a little older, and were all incredibly hot. The girl was tall, with long dark hair, a few light streaks at the front, and a beautiful face. She was wearing a tight black dress and high heels, and without much talking she pulled her dress off. The two guys watched as the. I could see when Tom withdrew, his cock glistened with what must have been Alex’s pussy juices. Tom kept fucking in slow, deep penetrative strokes, never speeded up at all. Then all of a sudden as I watched the cock action, I heard Alex, “Ahh, yes, that’s it , ahh.” She must have had an orgasm. Tom didn’t stop; he just kept going, like he knew that’s what Alex wanted. Just then I saw a bright light and a car pulled up to the cottage. I couldn’t see who it was, and they couldn’t see me round.