They didn’t seem shy and didn’t cover up or anything, just said hi and smiled. Since they were sitting on the left, we all sat across from them, w...ith Ann sitting between Mike and I, and John sitting on the other side of Mike. As expected Ann had everyone’s attention as she loosened her towel and let it fall on to the bench as she sat down and settled in. It occurred to me that despite her sunbathing in just a thong bottom, prior to this trip, I was the only guy to see her pussy other than. It was too much to have to deal with at work especially when I still had hours of my shift left. "I can't do this here." "Do you really want me to stop? Or are you just afraid of your fantasies coming true?" He had stopped with the belt. His hands were on my thighs and his face right next to mine. "I just didn't figure it'd happen here at work. Or at all really," I said truthfully. He kissed me softly on the cheek. "I promise I won't go too far, love. I'm not going to hurt you… too much." With. Only a few feet from her husband! Pamela now starts bucking her pelvis towards the unknown figure bringing her pleasure, moaning, breathing hard. Then for the first time I speak... "pull your panties down to your knees." Without question, Pamela replies "yes" and does as I command. I step back and see Dave's wife, seated, her blouse pulled down to her waist, her tits exposed and her own hands pulling on her nipples. Her skirt is up to her waist, her panties pulled down to her knees and her. I got out under the bed as quick as I could and looked down at a very dusty and dirty plastic bag. Pulling out the contents I looked at my find. A Hustler and Penthouse magazine from 2003. Looking at the brunette on the cover of the Hustler brought back memories of teenage jerking off, trying to be quiet, and wondering what fucking was really going to be like. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and sat down on the floor like I used to when I was a kid. The Magazine between my legs as I.