I was about to walk towards the changing rooms when I saw my besty in the stands. She never came to my soccer practices because she supposedly hated s...ports so I immediately knew something was wrong. As I reached her, I immediately knew that she was not okay. Linda was crying softly in her hands. Until now, I had never seen her cry unless during her earth shattering orgasms so I knew right away that something serious had happened.“Linda talk to me, what’s wrong?” I asked her whilst sitting. She appeared to have been reaching for the doorknob as he yanked the door open and had grabbed his cock instead, her hand lingering for a moment before snatching it back. Pooja was not wearing her dressing gown any more and he could see her perfectly-formed breasts and large (swollen?) Nipples very clearly because she wasn’t wearing a bra and the gossamer-thin cloth of her nightie was almost see-through.She had then squashed past him to go into the bathroom, brushing her breasts across his bare. "While we were all slowly getting dressed, Mr. Porter said to Linda, "Well, you agreed to do it twice. That's twice."Linda grinned and replied, "I'll talk to my husband tonight. I won't do anything behind his back. But he enjoyed hearing about what we did yesterday and I know he'll love it when I tell him about this. What can three more days hurt?"Not much of a sexual nature happened for the rest of the morning. It was like a normal day in a normal office until just before lunch. That was when. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her had and fast. He was quite a stud he fucked her non stop for over twenty minutes. Then he laid down on top of her as they kissed. He stood up facing her , his ass again facing the camera . After a short talk he turned to walk away, his cock hung from his body at a forty five degree angle even though it wasn't fully erect it was at least twice the length of mine when I'm rock hard. Then my wife swung her legs towards the camera and sat up, she.