There were only woods across the street which made for a nice view. I noticed that my Uber driver was still here, now parked on the street. “Must be... a slow night” I said to myself sarcastically. He would make constant looks up to my place and back to his phone to pretend like he wasn’t spying on me. I could now feel the steam from the hot water rushing passed me out in to the beautiful summer air. “It looks like I will get to play after all” I thought to myself. I turned my back to the street. .yeah….yeah…. aaaahhhhhh… aaaaaahhhhhh…yeeeeeesssssss…aaaahhhhhh …..nice….yeah….very nice…..aaaahhhhhh….”The cop kept sliding his slimy shaft in and out of Angie’s mouth, as he continued spewing cum into her mouth until his nutsack was finally empty. Most of his semen ended up spilling down her chin, onto her boobs, then dripping off the tip of her nipples onto her lap, as she sat mewling on the bed with her hands still cuffed behind her back.When he finally stopped cumming, he pulled his. Cathy put down the phone and thought about tomorrow. She loved to eat out her best friend, taste her fanny batter in her mouth and worm a slim finger into her sweet arsehole. But for now she had a burning itch in her own cunt that needed satisfying, and that meant going to her study and hunting for cock.From Cathy's conversation with Carol, Ken was pretty sure she was also a cyber slut and made a mental note to hunt her down. But for now it was his wife's cyber life that was his interest and he. Eventually, he dozed off, still smarting from the humiliation.He had a fitful night of sleep. His dreams were mired with vivid images of Mrs. Thomas recoiling when her gaze lowered to see him wrestling with his wretched dick as its swollen head pierced through his clenched fist. He had nightmares of her trying to escape while he chased after her, his engorged member drawn to her like a divining rod to water. He woke repeatedly—in cold sweats over the possibility that she may forbid him from.