Now I was at least 30 feet away and looking through a window on an angle, so it wasn’t like I had a really clear view. And he would not have had a ...lear view of me, as probably only my head was showing over the garage’s wall. It looked like he was stroking her knees, and as she leaned back and he appeared to move his hands much higher. But I knew her, and thought it couldn’t be. I convinced myself he must have some fabric in her lap, that he was showing her. Then, to my amazement, he just. I hear the guy driving talking to two guys who ask to come for a ride and feel one of them next to me now and a hand kneading a tit, squeezing it until it hurts. He's apparently finishing a cigarette because I feel a searing, sharp pain on my breast as he grinds his cigarette out. I hear myself scream and the guy says, “Shut up, bitch and he slaps my face.”I'm quiet then as the guy on top of me keeps pounding me until finally he says, “I'm coming, baby,” and shoots his load in my cunt. He. My mother-in-law sat down while my wife unzipped my dress. As Istepped out of it I was relieved that my nervous state meant that my cockwas not aroused. But I could tell that my mother-in-law was enjoyingseeing me in bra and knickers. There were several mirrors in the changingroom, so whichever way I turned she could get a good view. It was only inthe second shop that Alice suggested I put on one of my new slips whilein the changing room. "Doesn't that feel good?" she said, stroking mybum. It. They were all jacking off. I could tell my wife was uneasy, so I took her by the hand and led her to the front of the theater. I grabbed her ass as we walked down the aisle. We sat down and immediately a bunch of guys took up seats in front of us, behind us, and one black stud sat right next to my wife. She whispered to me she wanted to leave. I told her to relax and immediately began to French kiss, darting my tongue down her throat as I felt her ample tits and ran my hand up her leg to her.