I stumbled back, my jeans about my ankles almost tripping me, and leaned against the wooden workbench. The garage felt so stuffy now. “We’re not g...oing to... ?”“Oh, no,” Nancy moaned, my cum already bubbling out. She pulled up her purple panties and covered her rump. Then up came her jean shorts. “This was just me scratching an itch.” She snapped her fastener closed. “Mom should be done with her afternoon delight with dad and the strawberries should be done stewing and ready for making them into. I watched as she pressed her hands onto my best friends’ chest so she could control her movements as she stared grinding her hips back and forwards.Chris was now arching his legs up to keep Pauline impaled on his cock and the quiet sounds of her moans started filling the room along with the wet sucking sounds coming from her wet and very married pussy.They stayed like this for a while, in unison, just slowly moving together and enjoying the feel of each other.Every now and then my wife would. Simon picked up the phone. "Yes? This had better be good,” He turned and rolled his eyes at her while he waited to hear what possible explanation could possibly merit interrupting their activities. Mattie turned and smiled at him seductively as she licked a finger before rolling it around a firm nipple. Simon smiled, but then looked away, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as he exclaimed, “What? WHAT? You ARE joking?” He looked incredulous and puzzled as he looked back at Mattie, raising one. Suddenly Mr. Kean reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and snapped a picture.Suddenly I was enraged,“What the fuck?!” I said in my deepest and most intimidating voice possible as I righted myself.I must have looked pretty funny, dressed in a skirt with makeup and cum on my face and pulling a dildo out of my ass. Mr. Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a stern gaze and said “that’s no way for a slut to talk to her daddy”.“WHAT THE FUCK?!”.