"Thanks." The afterglow was amazing. She crawled up next to me and embraced my body. There was nothing that could come close to how warm and safe I fe...t."Oh! I almost forgot, you need-" It's okay, I've got it myself." You sure?" I asked."Yeah, I just prefer it that way and don't want to make you do anything." Okay. Well can I watch?"She grinned and spread her legs. I sat at the foot of her bed while she leaned against the headboard, sliding her panties off. I widened my eyes in amazement.She. She’s been having issues ever since her husband left her. Perhaps all the farm work and caring for Kirsty became too much for her. I’m not sure if we’ll ever know.” “I could kill her!” God, the woman who hurt my love deserved so much pain! “But Kirsty doesn’t need revenge or hate now. She needs to be loved.” I cried into her shoulder. It wasn’t the last time either. Kirsty’s injuries were slowly healing, but she couldn’t make any rapid movements or stand being in the sun. She was basically. The steel tubes that connected to the frame was welded to the tube that ran down the middle of my seat. My bare cunt and ass rested on the ridge while I was riding behind him. The vibrations of the bike transferred to the steel tubing in my seat. This would produce orgasms for me as we rode down the highway. He could tell when I was cumming because I would squeeze him tightly, lean my body into his, and moan loudly. Only he could hear me over the throaty rumble of his Harley.When we arrived. In the weeks following watching Stephen fuck me, as Jim hid in our closet, my husband was more ‘energized’, almost slightly ‘hyper’.Before actually watching these events, Jim enjoyed my verbal retelling of my daily activities with my teenage lover; however, it seemed that his vicarious enjoyment had been somewhat ‘indistinct’, or perhaps ‘surreal’. These verbal descriptions, and the fantasies that they induced, were more dreamlike than real.But now, having witnessed my debauchery in person,.