His eyes looked like they stayed closed. Damn. Ah well, I finished stripping down to my underwear, a pair of skimpy black briefs. I lied on my stomach...and tried to relax. I felt like I was still shaking. I whipped out my phone and hopped on the cruising site. Nobody close by. Damn. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on my body.I opened my eyes at one point and looked over. The hottie was looking at me, then he turned away. I hopped back on my phone. Ding ding ding! there he. I slowly pulled out and again dropped back on my chair. I then inspected what had happened my cum was oozing out her pussy dripping to the floor and my two loads were pouring out. Aunty lay there on her stomach exhausted. She then said “ar fartam nay” (I cant any more) she seighed and slowly got up. She then made her way to the door she was going to the bathroom to clean herself. I told her to stop. “The cctv cameras will see” She replied “Dhur kita khortum” (damn what shall I do now then) I. ’ You shake your head again, your breathing becoming erratic. ‘I can smell your arousal now, strong and musky, and see it seeping through your splayed lips. You are pink and wet inside those secret folds and I am tempted to lower my face to you and clean you with my tongue. But I don’t’ You are squirming openly on the bench now not caring that the woman opposite is watching you closely. You want to cum, you so much want to cum that it is your highest priority, far more so than your dignity. ‘I. I thought about interrupting, but as this would be their last moment, I decided to let them have it. Not that I owed either of them anything, but those that knew me often said that I often had a softer touch than others would in the same situation.After they reached their climax and slumped against each other I gave them about 10 seconds to catch their breath before I spoke.“Enjoy yourself?”“Jason!”“Dad!”That’s right. My wife was having an affair with my own son. My own son had disrespected me.