I strolled over to her with a long, cool drink in hand and she was really pleased to see me. She sat up and it was then that I noticed she was topless... "What a lovely surprise." she said as I passed her the drink. "Angela, you're topless. For Christ cover yourself up in front of Harry. You'll embarrass him." I replied. "Nonsense," she retorted, "He likes to see me; don't you Harry?" She stated as she looked directly at him. "In fact you like to rub my sun cream in don't you?" She continued.. Keep going.” Allie moaned.I was trying my hardest to hold off, but I was only human; it was welling up like an unstoppable force of nature.I bet Martin probably wouldn’t blow his load so quickly. I had never been so happy in my entire life as when I heard my wife screaming out her orgasm just before flooding her with my pent-up seed. She rolled off, gasping for air. I wanted to hug and cuddle her, but one of her idiosyncrasies was that she didn’t like to be held after sex. I knew if I gave her. "No, Mrs. Holmes," the driver responded in a contrite and obedient tone. That response was one additional piece of evidence that I was indeed fucking Mrs. Holmes, or rather, should I say, she was fucking me.Mrs. Holmes' approaching orgasm had been derailed by the traffic occurrence and her need was not met. She stared down at me with a look of sexual intensity radiating from her contorted face and unfocused, wet eyes. "Roll me over and pound John Henry into me," she said."Beg me," I. As she ran her fingertips over his skin, she pressed her bulging cock into his, moving her hips slightly to excite them both.Greg felt the need to feel her fingers elsewhere, so he reached down and unbuckled his belt. When done, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. With only a thin piece of cloth now separating his cock from her, she reached down and massaged it, feeling the bulging veins through the thin bit of cotton.Greg reached up and played with her beautiful breasts for a moment or two.