Wine was carried to us on silver trays and carried by servants from both households. It was a glittering affair, candelabra sparkling in the candlelig...t, soft music and a hubbub of conversation. Mistress Pickles was elegant and amicable but her gimlet eyes watched over us all. The dancing was well ordered. The women of each household had by the time it began become friendly and no doubt this was aided by the wine which had flowed. There was no unseemly activity but courtly dancing and perhaps. Terry is Janelle’s husband. However, Janelle as far as he was concerned was no longer teaching there, but he’d heard she came in all the time to see what was going on currently, and for whatever reason, with the schools organizations and whatnot. “So Terry, how’s everything going?” Darrell asked. “It seems to be going well,” Terry said. They talked. Darrell asked about is wife and some of the other teachers. “Well as far as my wife is concerned…she’s a homebody. She takes care of some cottages. Hi head turns left then right, then back to me. His huge smile shows it is clear, so my hand drops to my waist and I undo my leather belt, the button, and finally the zipper, which I ease down.He stares, looks around and nods. We are communicating, he is my look out, he is making sure I dont get caught, so I release the door momentarily and push my denims down to my ankles, and push the door open again.His jaw drops, he stares as my hand touches myself and I start to masturbate as he watches, I. "I knew Jane loved sex because she was always after me and even after seven years of marriage we were still getting it on six and seven times a week, but watching her with these guys - she was awesome. I came into the house fully expecting to have to fight my way out, but now all I wanted to do was watch Jane and see just what it did take to actually satisfy her. The guy fucking Jane said, "Let's turn her over. I want to fuck her from behind."The man in her mouth pulled out and I stepped back.