"Give Susan a break, son. She's had a bad night," my father said."Sue's had a bad night? It's me that's had the bloody bad night. Look, Sue was having...a fucking good time last night, until I found a way to put a stop to it. I know this is 2001 but most wives don't go fucking their work colleagues, you know."There's no need to get coarse, Donald," my mother butted in. "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all this." There sure is, mother. It's called adultery and in this country that's. Natasha went rigid with pleasure. As Tom began to thrust, he traced her spine and grabbed a handful of her hair from the back of her head. His other hand moved around her front and resumed the rubbing on her clitoris. Every thrust he made was met with an equal push back from Natasha, she used the tree trunk to push back until she was almost standing upright. Tom slowed his thrusts and allowed Natasha to set the pace for a while, her plunges were slower but deeper than his angry, quick thrusting. Neither of them were great physical specimens. They were middle-aged and about thirty pounds overweight, but had a free and easy air about them that made me comfortable with them right away. Peer and Inge said that they had to get back home, and asked the new couple to show me around.I guess they trusted me, because they invited me to go with them to the "other nude beach," as they called it. We followed this twisting path through a wooded area, with Barry pointing out the blazes that marked. As we continued fucking our excitement escalated. Baasanti could not control herself. She became frantic to precipitate orgasm that was eluding her. In broken words she told me something, which I could partly understand. She pushed me and I took the hint. Pulling out my lund I sat up. Hurriedly she grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into her bhos. She gibbered something like, “Take it in, in, take it between lips … Oh, can’t you see it?” She had guided my lips on to her clitoris. At first.