Instead, it was Bill who placed the tip of his sheathed cock against her pink pussy, and pressed until just the head popped in. My wife groaned at the... sudden pressure, and in one smooth stroke, Bill slid his full length deep into my wife. He stood still for a moment, listening to her moan, feeling her hips pressed firmly back against him, getting used to the feeling of her tight, pink pussy wrapped around hard cock. And me? I was watching the whole performance. I watched his dark hands wrapped. My thin t-shirt clung tightly to my body, not realizing it was immediately transparent, hiding nothing from view. I had not bothered with a bra this morning as I dressed in the t-shirt and short shorts that barely covered my asscheeks in an attempt to stay comfortable. As I turned to the group explaining that the horses required cool in the heat, I saw all their eyes, mothers and daughters, were unabashedly looking at my breasts. I blushed red and started to cover myself with my hands and arms,. C. and had the uncertain pleasure of overhearing a conversation between two young mothers. From what I gathered, both were mothers of young boys, the mothers between the ages of thirty and thirty five and the boys aged ten. They had last met at a parenting seminar before the birth of their children, and had talked only occasionally since then. Both were also what I call ?Helicopter Parents? or ?Pageant Moms,? those beautiful young women who feel unfulfilled by their accomplishments and want to. His hand stroked her neck, her ears, her cheeks as he kissed her, he combed through her hair with his fingers, tugging gently at each bunch he grasped. Her arms went around his neck, as she opened herself to him, and she was vaguely aware of his other hand touching her knee, then moving slowly and lightly up her thigh. They broke apart. ‘Let’s find a room,’ whispered Ian, though he would not have been heard by the writhing couple on the other sofa. Katy was now lying back, her knickers round.