Neither of us could figure out what was going on with Julie.Then one day I happened to stop by her apartment, she'd gotten a little one bedroom place,...very close to work. I was in the parking lot when she whipped in and not seeing me, got out with a man and walked toward her place. They were very touchy feeling and I almost threw up, knowing why my wife wanted this 'separation'.I couldn't help it and after about a 1/2 hour, peeked in the window. They were having sex on the couch and I ended up. I knew she couldn’t help herself.She took her regulator from her mouth and poked her tongue out at me. I gave her a wanking gesture in return, moving a loose fist back and forth near my crotch as she bit back into her mouthpiece. George’s hands went straight to her hips, complete with a head tilt. Short blasts of air betrayed her amusement with our mimed banter, but then she quickly refocussed us on the task of returning to the shore.A quick flurry of hand signals, and then George gracefully. Sara had only moved to town a month ago and she came to this bar because it was halfway between her job and her apartment, and made perfect White Russians. She stopped in a few times a week to relax after work. She also stopped in because she wasn't crazy about going home to an empty apartment. Sara hadn't made any good friends yet, and she was lonely.Sara hoped that some day someone might approach her. She didn't think it would really happen but she hoped. She was plain looking and a little. About fifteen minutes later I heard Abbu knocking on the door and saying out loud that tea had arrived. Because of what had happened recently, Abbu waited for me to answer before he let himself into the room. I took a deep breath and told him to come in. The scene that greeted Abbu was exactly the same as it was before, I was laid on the bed with my legs wide open, one hand was busily rubbing my clit and three fingers were buried deep in my sopping wet hole, but this time I had my eyes open and.