My dick was twitching just thinking about skewering her back door and then I heard a key turning. The door opened and I looked up and it was my wife! ...I was completely dumbfounded and had no words but this squirming slut in front of me did."Don't stop now!" she yelled. She grabbed my head and pulled it back to her dripping pussy. I felt her legs wrap around my shoulders and she had my face trapped in vice like fashion between her legs. I was being held prisoner by her thighs not that I was. She opened the door and pulled me into the room. As I entered two things hit me almost simultaneously. First, directly opposite me was a large casement window some 8 feet long and 5 feet tall looking out to the garden which separated us from the street by some twenty feet or so away and thankfully had the white net curtains drawn closed, but the material meant you could see out easily….and I hoped also it meant people could not easily see in. And secondly there was someone else in the room on. She asked if he was going to tell me and said only if she wanted him to and she said probably not but she was afraid the k**s would find out and they would be in big trouble. He told her to go ahead to her tent and he would put the fire out and sneak over later. She went to her tent and instead and instead of getting in her sleeping bag with her clothes on as she usually did in case she had to get up for one of the k**s she stripped off and lay on top of it getting aroused by thinking she was. She looked directly into the camera andflashed me a wicked grin for just an instant before her eyes closed again. One of Àlvaro's handsfound Zaida's mound between her legs and taking one finger, he traced the seam between herlabia and stopped just over the opening of her engorged vulva. He briefly flicked the tip of hisfinger in and Zaida let out another little moan as a thin rivulet of her juice escaped from within.''I'm so fucking wet baby... I teased him with my mouth earlier, but I haven't.