Laura smiled when we my wife left. She told me the waiter wanted to fuck my sexy wife; but he would love to fuck her too…Before I could answer, that... bitch asked me if I wanted to fuck her…I gasped,; but quickly replied that I would love to fuck her brains out; but I was married to a wonderful woman and I did not wanted to screw it up. We should keep things under control... But Laura insisted; grabbing my hand and extending it to touch her hot labia through her thong. She arched her hips toward. I crawl up between their legs and wrap my arms around both of them and gently kiss her breasts. Slowly, seemingly very slowly, they calm down. And Mom is very disoriented from that orgasm and Tim just holds her, gently stroking her, not erotically, but calming and securing, loving and reassuring.Later in the day Mom and I are in the gardens, again. This has turned out to be a very soothing way for us to talk and get into difficult analysis; a peaceful environment, our hands are busy, we’re. He was there beside her, also drinking pinot noir she noticed, and shaking a cigarette from a pack he’d drawn from his suit pocket. “It’s a nuisance this, isn’t it,” he said. “Having to drag yourself outside to perform what used to be a perfectly natural act but which is now defined as very bad behaviour.” Em laughed. “It is,” she said. “But at least out here you don’t get lectures about the evil of smoking from people who once did and now don’t.” He smiled and then laughed, a throaty little. Sitting on the rock and the tulle of my dress rubbing against my pussy I began to rub my hips against a ridge of the rock, pausing periodically to listen hopping no one would find me. Nervously I began to moan getting caught up in the moment as pulses of heat flowed through my body and the cold air nipped at my toes, arms and shoulders. Getting up the confidence I slowly untied my dress letting it slip down my waist to rest in a pile on the rocks, spreading my legs wide and sliding my fingers.