But as soon as she started she stopped and moved in to show me the next step in the cooking lesson. She dropped something on the floor, turned her ass...to me and bend over to pick it up, my guess was no panties under her cut-offs and it showed what looked like a wet spot, a small one but there was one. A few minutes later same thing happened, she bent over and the wet spot had 'grown'.For a while nothing much happened, the cooking was finished, we sat down, poured each other some wine and. I sat down on an easy chair, with Richard on a settee, and my wife facing us, sitting on another settee. As we talked, my wife did what she had planned. She gradually opened a few buttons on her blouse, asking us if that looked ok. We obviously said yes, so my wife gradually opened all her buttons, showing at first cleavage, then slowly caressing one breast and revealing it fully. She then did the same to the other breast. Her skirt was quite short anyway, and it didn’t need much raising for. I shut my eyes and tried to zone it out, but I couldn't. His hands were doing what his hands had already done to me in other places. I was getting and going to get, my breasts massaged. I didn't want to have my breasts massaged. But they were actually being massaged, and then I felt him squeeze my breasts quite firmly, just as if to confirm it. He changed his action again, and it was much more vigorous. Oh my God, what was he doing? A hard squeeze and I gasped and whimpered as he. Her hands are hiding the busty boobs. I pushed her on the bed.She was breathing heavily, and her body was burning hot. I brushed my finger through the sexy slim hips driving till her neck. She was moaning with her eyes tightly closed and hands hiding the boobs. I removed her hands gently from her boobs.My lips sucked the skin popped out of the cleavage of her bra. I sensed her body shaking and shivering. I raised both of her hands over to the sides of her head. I removed the bra, which was.