Cash's earlier. She seemed unaware of my need to make eye contact with her.Mr. Mills took his place by the fire. He directed me back to my seat opposi...te Sue.This was surreal. Three men and one woman in the same room; the woman, my wife lewdly exposed before us. I had further confirmation of my answer to the second question about being ready - Was Sue?She was. Her cunt was clearly wet. It shone with her juices and as Mr. Mills instructed her to put her hands behind her head I sensed she was. He increased his upward thurst and i was going to cum again. It was getting incredible. He was such a great fucker. Then i bent down more and my boobs were crushing against his chest. We were lip-locked. He was squeezing my ass like anything and his other hand was holding me tight by my back. He was thursting with full vigour now. His incresed the speed and and i kept moaning louder and louder. We were kissing each other hard and kept on voilent fucking. He was sweating a bit because of the. She capped her lipstick, pressed her lips together and spun - no, slinked - around and seemed to penetrate me with her green eyes. She laughed."Too much sangria, honey?"So that's what it was!"Yeah...excuse me," I nervously sputtered."Oh, of course. I'm actually here to do the same, not just do my makeup."With that, we both entered joining stalls simultaneously. I noticed that right before we entered, she was looking right at me. How odd! Maybe it was just the sangria...I lifted my skirt. Accidentally is another issue. On the upgrades when I come up off the seat to put my weight on the pedals I moon overtakers, resulting in distracted driving. When I coast down a hill I spread my legs to feel the air on my naked pussy, or crank the pedals backwards just to stretch unused muscles. When I pedal through the shopping district's brick-paved plaza I angle my pelvis so the vibrations through the horn of the saddle buzz my clit. Even if I'm not headed downtown I may deliberately go that.