The stainless steel plate set into the saddle was directly under my pussy at this point and the ridge down the middle of it was pressed between my pus...y lips. And it gave me the vibro-massage of my life! I was so damned embarrassed to be caught by this sex machine and I tried to get off the damn thing with every ounce of strength in me! I strained to lift my feet or pull at the pommel and I got nowhere. And then the vibrations began to change frequency, going up and down for several minutes. She resettled herself, standing up and making a bit of a production of rearranging her wrap-around skirt. When she sat down, Patrick soon understood why. Again, being careful of the presence of waiters, she guided his hand into the side of her skirt where the material overlapped. A little more creeping which she actively guided, and he reached what he thought was his target, the lacy edge of her stocking. “Oh, my darling, that is sooo sexy,” he said a little tightly, his breath caught in. Her panties were obviously sopping wet and soaking through the denim. I turned on the couch and tried to press my face against her crotch. “Stop it, you!” she whispered, laughing. “The kids are in the house.” “I can’t wait to get you in bed again,” I said. “Same here,” she said. “So I called my mom and asked her and Dad to take the kids to the ball game tonight so you and I can have a few hours alone.” My dick gave a little twitch. “Sounds great!” I whispered back. “What did you have in. Without warning, I feel hot tears welling up in my eyes, the stresses of today overwhelming me. I choke them back and hope that he hasn’t noticed. If he has, he is kind enough not to comment.“Right, well before we do anything, I’m going to put the kettle on. You look like you could do with a hot drink, and I haven’t had a coffee since the rest of them went out this morning,” he informs me.I suddenly look wary at the news that we are alone, which he picks up on.“My son should be back fairly.