She was biting her lip, her face a picture, that if captured would move any man, or woman. Having led herself so far, her magical fingers danced down ...er tummy. Her legs parted, her own trimmed bush, equalling the best topiary within the garden. Her legs parted and fingers found their way deep in her form, her sheath swallowing her fingers, her breath catching. Pushing herself closer and closer, her intensity building, until her scent was released and until her song rose on the air struck. In short I thought she was a walking wet dream, an orgasm on legs, a fantasy to be masturbated over in my lonely bed when I could pretend that my fingers were her tongue and I'd wake up in the morning, still wrapped in her arms!"Andrea?"I snapped back to reality and grinned sheepishly at her,"Sorry Miss Howard, I was away somewhere else for a moment" Well wherever it was, I think I'd have liked to be with you" she laughed and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling her, that I'd been. She then pulled the skirt up over her ass and up around her waist. She straddled the guy and I could see her holding his cock, reaching back and guiding it into her pussy. She had a little trouble getting it in. I could tell he was quite large. But after 15 seconds or so his cock entered my wife's pussy and she settled down on it, driving it all the way in. She engulfed his cock and I couldn't see it anymore, just her ass with one cheek on each of his legs.She stayed still for about thirty. I was disappointed. I waited in the reception. After she came we had breakfast and I dropped her for the interview. Actually, that was the first time we both were going by bike. We enjoyed it.After the interview, I pick her, had lunch and thought of what next. I suggested roaming simply in the bike. She liked it and agreed. We roamed a lot and I asked her to hug me while going by bike. She was not ready to do it but gave me short hugs. That time her boobs pressed on me and both liked it a.