Well, there was always the chance that I'd call for a chat later in the evening. I had done that already once that week and on reflection my wife had ...sounded just a little ... distracted.She had admitted to me that she was in the middle of a TV program and that she had muted the sound on, when the telephone rang, and that she was trying to follow the program via the TV's subtitle feature. Constance always did follow those stupid soap programs on the telly, so I'd accepted her explanation at the. Amazing herself, she gently bit down on his tongue and growled at him. The offending hand found her nipple and began to gently pinch and twist it through her bra. The sensation was all it took. Without warning, orgasm exploded through her in a cascade of pent-up emotions that threatened to sweep her consciousness away. At that moment, she wouldn't have cared if the world were watching. She wanted him, but ... as her orgasm tapered off, so did his ministrations. Gradually his kisses returned to. She locks eyes with Winter, and with one last thrust empties load after load of hot, sticky cum inside Jamie. Winter feels herself cumming, she squirts all over herself, her eyes still locked with Sasha’s. She breaks eye contact, hastily pulls up her pants and runs off in the direction of the inn, not caring where she goes. She starts crying because she’s so embarrassed, that Sasha saw her masturbating to her having sex with someone else. She finally makes it back to the inn, and stumbles in. He laughed and said oh you know just old guy magazines I had at home since my wife passed. I asked if I could see them, he laughed again and said as long as I don't tell anyone. After my promise he pulled a couple Penthouse, one Playboy and one Hustler magazines out from his desk drawer. I pulled the Playboy out and looked at the women inside, commenting on not liking the fake boobs which he agreed with. Then I grabbed the Penthouse and asked him do you read the stories? He said yes he’s read.