She fancied that she could make out shapes in the shadowy stream, that the smoke seemed to take on a vision of fire, trapped in time and a shadow of i...self, moving slowly upwards in a billowing movement. Captivated by the grace of the stream and its scent, Rosa stretched her arm out to play her fingers against the stream of smell and smoke, as though she were playing in a stream of rippling water. It surely felt like water. On retracting her arm again, to her mild surprise, the stream of smoke. You again arch your back to get me deeper into your pussy. I tell you to look to the side. You look over and see our reflection in the side mirror. You watch as I keep fucking you harder. I keep pounding as you keep watching .I’m about to explode in your pussy and you feel me swell. I push deeper, harder and faster than before driving you over the edge. I feel you cum all over my cock. I turn on the cold water and get some on my finger tips and touch your clit as you cum. Your pussy clamps to. To which she replied that she certainly did. She said that she had wet dreams about me ever since we started working together but that because of her marriage vows she had never acted on her feelings. However, with her cheating husband she felt that she could fulfill one of her dreams. Apparently I reminded Cheryl of her father, who died when she was a teenager. She had loved her father very much and thought that she had married someone just like him. She said that her father would never have. Not really knowing what that was we went back to our room and relaxed a little bite. About ½ hour later Kate said “hey you never told me what your favorite part about last night was”? I looked at her and said honesty? She said yes. I said well it was watching someone else make you cum, watching you suck another man’s cock, watching you got me hotter than I’ve ever been. This conversation ended up getting us both horny. Kate grabbed me, kissed me deeply, and then said; well maybe we should do it.