"Let's get it started, babe!" She yelled, as I went to the cupboard to get all of the ingredients. Peeking behind me, I saw her leaning against the op...osite counter, staring at my round ass. I starting slicing lemons, when she came up behind me, grabbing my waist. She didn't say anything, but I saw her smirking. She traced her fingers down to my thigh, and then slowly drew them up to where my panties /should have/ been beneath my miniskirt. I heard her chuckle. "Hmmm... were you expecting. And I started finding out things I actually didn't suspect you of at the time." You were spying on me?" Ashley asked with an edge in her voice."Some people need to be spied on," Brad answered coolly. He wasn't the least apologetic in tone or expression."Tell ya what," he continued. "Spy on me. I invite you to do exactly that... watch me like a hawk," he said."You won't find a damned thing," he said, "not because I'm that good at hiding things, but because I'm not doing anything I wouldn't do. With a grunt, Ted pushed the head of his long, fat cock to Sally’s slack lips and pushed it all the way in. When he was completely inside, he felt Sally’s cunt giving off little spasms, but he wasn’t thinking much about that. He had been holding back a mighty tide of cum for hours, and now it was time to make a deposit. He quickly began to fuck Sally from behind with long, powerful strokes, and Sally responded by fucking back on him in order to get as much of his twat pleaser as possible in her. ' he said. It was more an order than a request. I did as he said and stood over them still wanking on my dick. 'Kneel down and watch me shag your wife.' As I knelt beside them, he raised himself up so that I could see his cock going in and out of Helen. He had one arm supporting himself on the back of the couch and with his free hand he reached out and pulled my head down onto Helen's stomach. My head was being squashed between their two bellies as he thrust in and out of my wife. He started to.