She had her hands spread against the window as he pounded her pussy from behind. Her breasts hung down and jiggled as her body moved with each thrust ...e delivered.I stood there watching the pounding she was getting from him, transfixed at the sight. Without my realizing it, my hand had slid to my pussy and my fingers were gently rubbing along my opening and stroking back and forth across my clit. As I continued to watch them and play with my own pussy, I leaned forward and rested one hand on. I remember the feel of her body against mine, how we fitted together in sleep, my protective arm over her, my hand cupping her breast. I remember the impulsiveness of our youth, when we didn’t sleep, when the hunger of our bodies required an urgent coupling; and the intensity of our love, when we tenderly explored each other’s bodies and discovered the needs and gratifications of the flesh. I remember that the impulsiveness settled into contentment, the hunger became less urgent but our love. My other hand joined it. As they traced up her skinny body, I could feel her thin frame. I quickly realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hands were cautiously exploring too. As she felt my hands sliding along her ribs she became more emboldened. As my left hand made its way to her right breast, a soft moan escaped her lips. She tugged my t-shirt over my head and it went flying to the floor. Her hands reached for my belt. At this point, I knew Dana was okay my intentions. I quickly. My nipples were hard. I was speechless. All I could say was, "John, I am embarrassed, as I'm sure you can imagine, and hope this doesn't change your opinion of me. I feel very awkward right now with my tits on display. We never expected to see anyone we knew."I called the president of our company John. Holy shit. He is very proper at work and everyone calls him Mr. Stanford. He smiled at me and, trying to put me at ease, replied, "Nothing to be embarrassed about, Suzie. You have a great.