A million clicks in my brain as it thought of what to do or say to explain why I was even in the room, let alone why I had a hard cock, and was wearin... his wife’s soiled underwear. Thank god he spoke first. “Get up, get dressed, and get out.” Nothing more, just that in a slow monotone. Slowly I peeled the underwear from me and then conscious of my naked state, I quickly slipped on my clothes. Not sure whether to return the underwear back to where I found it, I decided to leave on the dresser.. The headquarters for Deckhouse Designs Inc. was in Houston, in the Wedge International tower. It wasn’t that far, less than fifty miles as the crow flies.We landed at Scholes International Airport, a bit of a grandiose name for an airport that had seen better days. It wasn’t bad sized, but there were maybe a dozen small, privately owned aircraft on the apron and three helicopters, two of them looking like they were being cannibalized for parts. There looked to be some activity down at the far. He stared at me; his eyes darting from my eyes to my breasts, then back to my eyes. I would have to be the one to break the silence."Please believe me--I didn't mean to be spying on you; I was just walking around the island...I sailed over to the South Beach from Long Cove...I hadn't been here since I was a little girl, and we used to swim here, and we had a lot of cousins here, and we used to have picnics, and I'm just here for a couple of weeks, and..." I trailed off, realizing that I was. Amanda’s cry as he buried himself inside of her didn’t deter him. He began fucking her again, and Amanda had to brace herself firmly so she wouldn’t bang her head on the wall each time he thrusted into her. As the water splashed all over her, so, too, did Jansen’s large powerful hands begin to explore. They slithered underneath her body to cup her swollen breasts. He played with them for a long time, and my wife loved it. She felt completely enveloped as her lover touched her all over while.