They were slowly moving down. He raised my skirt and started rubbing my butt over the panty. “Umm, I love you,” I whispered while kissing. He push...d his finger between the butt cheeks and started fingering me.He was moving his index finger over my clit and then used his middle finger too. “Ahh Joel, I love it. My pussy’s so warm. You make me wet.” Joel was rubbing me so well, and my panty was getting wet. We stopped kissing and were looking into each other’s eyes.We removed our shoes, and Joel. I couldn't even watch it splash, but I failed to hear her gripe. So, I took that leap of faith in myself and let my seed bolt out on the same boob four more times. I twitched with each shot, but I held as firm as I could.I just went for it and really abandoned any plans to keep my seed hitting the right place. So, in effect, I didn't know where it all ultimately ended up, but I didn't hear a peep out of her. I just let it happen, and that was that for the time being."Thank you for that, Scott.. Every once in a while, I would shoot a grin to my husband telling him I bet you wish you could take back that kiss now!! When my orange was finally finished, I took Chris left hand and swung it around my shoulders, allowing me to snuggle against the side of his body. No, it wasnt anything too sexual, Chris hand was on my shoulder and upper back. But this was clearly an act that I should be doing with my husband, or maybe if Chris was 4 or 5 years younger. But at his age now, I knew it would. To describe Janet I would say that she was a very well spoken (almost posh) middle aged lady, nice figure with large boobs a dirty mind and an even filthier mouth, which I loved. Patrick in contrast was a quiet, a soft spoken giant of a man who was dominated by Janet. At the time I was staying in a hotel in central London and as they lived in the suburbs they suggested that we meet socially for lunch in town if I could have a break from work. I of course agreed and arranged to meet them at a.