After a while it is where I can't hold it any longer. I just relax my muscles and the pee flow freely. It runs down my legs, how humiliating. I see hi... returning from the other side of the bay I think somewhere around an hour later I believe. He gets to the dock ladder and climbs up to me. He checks my panties and looks very closely at me and discovers I peed all over myself. "Good, good, good I had hoped you would have to do that while I was gone," he says with a smile. "Now I can put you. As she disappeared round the corner her tight arse bouncing up & down on the horse I was having a fantasy wishing that was me she was bouncing on.Back to reality I continued my walk round the corner where in the distance I could see the horse rider again,she had dismounted & was taking her riding hat off & she sat on a fallen tree trunk & tied her horse to one of the branches of the fallen tree,I edged myself into the hedgerow that ran along the old railway line & I crept slowly forward.It was. My orgasms are like waves crashing in over and over and sometimes, at the very right second, if you catch the very top of the orgasm before it crashes in, you can ride it in much longer and harder. Before the third orgasm ended, the fourth one started and even took me by surprise. The pleasure was mind boggling. And he knew it was. He hits the right spots and does all the right things to make me cum over and over. But he had to be inside of me again. I knew he wanted to feel that dripping wet. " I notice Bill is recording this conversation so I will ask him later to use the voice stress analyzer feature to see if she's lying.She questions, "Stacy, I don't understand what you're asking."I explain to her, "Listen, are you my friend, a reporter or Frank's wife?"She stands up tall and says, "Stacy, I am a reporter who is also your friend and as far as my fucking husband goes, there's a difference between being a Frank and being a dick! And he crossed that line with me."I ask one more.