One was attached to my room and the other was outside in the hallway. I said to her, yes sure. Go ahead and use bathroom in the hallway.I initially th...ught bathroom use was just toilet purpose only. Then I realised that she was looking to get bath/shower. I then cursed myself. What did I say hallway. Hallway bathroom left me with no opportunity. If she had got into my bathroom may be she would have changed in my room. My room had no deadlock.My luck was extremely good that day. She said while I. Peter had removed his head from between her thighs and was poised cock in hand, ready to give my sexy wife just what she wanted. His knob was just inches from the entrance to her love tunnel, and he smiled at me as he moved it closer. I got off the bed again, time for more pictures. I watched as Peter slowly moved forwards, his knob easing Hazels pussy lips apart as he slid it into her. I snapped away as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her. I could see her juices glistening on his. After a while I went into her; sitting beside her with my arm around her. Through her tears she explained why we were being so cruel to her. One of my hands ran comfortingly under her arm against the side of her breast; the other lightly stroking her bare thigh. My cunt was on fire.Her head rested against my neck and all it would take to kiss her would be for me to turn my head.Then I could have given her a big wet comforting kiss while my hands ran through her hair. We would have slowly fallen. Back rubbing? Check. Gentle rocking? Not so much.I started to rock, so did Paula. She soon shifted to get her knees by my butt so that she could have my dick sliding in and out of her as we rocked. Maybe it was subconscious, and she needed to fuck me slowly as she worked through her tears. Paula stayed wet but didn’t cum or even get the fires started down below. Whatever the reason why, it helped comfort Paula, and that is what she needs right now.When she finally stopped crying, she sat back.