Lucille knew that her husband Peter was upstairs fooling around with her best friend Sally in the bathroom, but she was not in the least bit disturbed... because Sally’s husband Henry was under the kitchen table getting acquainted with her new French undies as she wrapped the sandwiches for the half day drive up from Arizona to the twenty four hour fuck-fest oasis in the desert. In a way, she was relieved that both her husband Peter and Sally’s husband Henry were more interested in things like. As he walked out and then back in my wife was now laying back with one leg up on the back of the couch and the other with the heel firmly planted on the floor. He walks in and kinda moans as he looks at her laying there with her pussy exposed in the see through panties and her nipples hard,erect and exposed. We both then walk in the office room where he is working and start talking. Roxanne is now right above him kneeling down and starts teasing him accidently rubbing her stocking covered leg. I came to check on her a few hours later. I looked through the bars and her hand was down her pants. I had caught her masturbating. She looked very cute doing it. She was moaning and her toes, painted a bright pink, were curling up in pleasure. She looked so good in that orange prison uniform. However, masturbating was strictly forbidden. I screamed at her. She pulled her hands out of her pants quickly and seemed to start to panic. I asked her what she was doing? She was truthful and admitted. ’ ‘So, sweetheart, what are you thinking now?’ Tipping her head to the side, hands on her hips, she winked. ‘It looks as if I did a pretty damn good job.’ Martha ignored him, instead going back into the bedroom to find a costume for the Halloween party. Roy just shook his head and wondered why he agreed to go in the first place. The truth was he would do anything for Martha and she would do anything for him. A short time later, she walked out of the bedroom. ‘I figured out my costume,’ she.