It also made me push the cube harder onto her clit. I moved my body up further on the couch, straddling one of my moms legs. She was spread eagle now ...with my cock aiming right at her tits. I moved her panties to the side and I finally got a good look at my moms pussy. She had lots of pubic hair that matched her red hair on her head. Her pussy lips were a nice pink. Her outer pussy lips were a little puffy. My mother basically had, what I would call, the perfect pussy. Her vagina seemed to. But she didn’t forget for long. The sound of the tap and the splash and clatter of metal buckets being filled at the side of the room made her twist her head round to the side. Her eyes widened in horror as the other man, Henry, carried two full buckets across to put them down in the space between her outstretched legs. She screamed as the whole terrible situation stooped being a bad dream and became horribly, horribly real. They were going to do it...just like the girl...forcing water inside. And, I remembered waking up several nights in a row to find that she wasn’t in bed with me. I would get up to go to the bathroom and see the light on in the office, hear the quick sounds of her fingers moving across that electronic alphabet. That was also when our sex life started to improve.We had always been compatible in bed. One evening, over a game of Cards Against Humanity and a few bottles of beer, she boasted to our friends that I was the best lover she had had. Thanks for the props,. I've never masturbated my husband in the sea, only in our house." She stroked me . I was being jerked off by a married woman who was the sister of my first officer. I very soon started to ejaculate and my cum shot out of my erection into the sea. "My goodness, Pauline. That was wonderful. Thank you." "I liked doing it for you. I've made you cum. Now Id like you to make me cum by using your cock to do it." "You want me to fuck you, Pauline?" "Yes." "How can I do that standing here in the sea?".