While answering Helen, I tried to squirm out of Sharon's grasp, but her hand just kept it's grip and then started slowly moving up and down...As I str...ggled to keep my composure and escape Sharon's warm, oiled hand, I leaned over and whispered: “What are you doing ?” Looking forward, with a sly smile on her lips, Sharon said: “I'm punishing you for spying on me while I was sunbathing; you were a bad, bad, bad boy.” and on each instance of her saying the word bad, her index finger tapped the. She thought she was melting, lost forever to his touch. And at this moment, if he wanted this searing bud, she would give it to him, gratefully. So absorbed was she at his delicate oral skill that she almost didn’t feel his one strong stroke that bored his engorged shaft deep inside her. Together their lungs struggled to absorb the salt-perfumed air, and his hands slipped beneath her and cupped her firm cheeks, lifting her up to meet his thrust. Their rhythm soon was perfect, as though they. I was getting tired and must have been slowing down a bit whenI heard my wife moan. I looked up to see her looking down upon me. Shewas twisting her nipples pretty hard and I could tell she was veryexcited. This turn of events did a lot to turn me on as well. At onepoint I tried to quit but my wife owing me an insult suggested I try alittle harder and placed her hand on the back of my head and provideddirection. I knew this was coming and assumed this whole idea wasnothing more than. The reason for it, apart from an entire day of intense teasing with no satisfaction, was the next thing I became aware of. At some point during the night I had rolled over and cuddled up to Sarah. She was facing away from me and had her ass pressed firmly into my crotch. My cock was nestled firmly between the top of her ass cheeks and the head of my cock had emerged out over the waist band of my underwear. Her shirt had ridden up and apparently Sarah had decided against wearing underwear to.