She quietly closedthe door and slowly made her way down the hallway until she was a safedistance away form Theresa's room. Terry then leaned up again...t the walland sighed heavily as she attempted to regain enough composure to make itback upstairs and into her room where she could masturbate to theincredible images she had just witnessed. Just as she was approaching thestairs she heard footsteps coming down and when she looked up she saw Rosaslowly descending the stairs and then stop on the. And she wanted both, now. Immediately upon seizing the painter's dick, she reasserted control over my torso, pushing me deep inside of her with her legs. At the same time, she began to stroke Rob, jerking him off furiously as I watched. She looked up at me as she did this, and then at Rob. We simply both smiled back at her.The faster Emily stroked Rob, the harder I pounded her. I was getting off merely on watching the scene before me; sliding in and out of my wife at the same time made the. " Everything was awkward for a moment. I couldn't stand there all night.So I asked, "what are you going to do then? Book a motel?" Uuugh, fuck. I guess I'm gonna have to."This was a strangely pleasant encounter. It was nice to talk to someone. Though I felt sad now that I thought it had to end."My phone battery is flat--" Would you like to come in?" I said more loudly than I'd intended.She looked taken aback. Almost as much as I was myself. "Yeah, sure." ... What?" I stammered, struggling to. "I love your ass," John whispered so softly that Becky could barely hear him. But she had heard him and her pussy throbbed."Oh God, John," she gasped as his hands came down to her ass cheeks and he began to massage them. He squeezed and kneaded her soft ass flesh for a long time. Then Becky felt him pulling her cheeks apart and suddenly she knew he could see everything. Her son was staring at her asshole and her half hidden pussy. She could feel juice seeping from between her now swollen pussy.