John had been kneeling on the floor, his handsome face busily working on her bushy cunt.

The maid had cried out in alarm.

John had raised his head in surprise, cunt juice dripping from his jaw.

Valerie had just stood there, stunned speechless by the unexpected encounter.

And then, to make matters worse, John had given her a sheepish shrug – and buried his face in the maid's soaking pussy again! It was understandable. The sexy maid had just started to cream and since he had already been caught he had figured he might as well enjoy the fruits of his misbehavior. He'd gobbled merrily away and the maid's pussy had melted in his mouth and Valerie had been a very annoyed woman. She had stormed out, leaving him to his cuntlapping, wanting time to consider how to deal with his infidelity.

She had insisted that Linda come with her, despite the girl's protests, not wanting to leave the impressionable young girl to be corrupted by her father's lack of morals. Linda didn't want to come. She had an eye for the boys and wanted to stay in the city, expecting to be bored silly at the mountain cabin. What in hell was there for a girl to do in the woods? Poor little Linda was resigned to a week of dreary solitude, figuring that the only pleasure she would have would be finger-fucking herself, while thinking wistfully of all the cocks going to waste back in town.

But her mother had been adamant and Linda had had to accompany her and now, as they walked up the trail, the girl was already starting to feel randy. Expectations of frustration had prematurely brought frustration to her loins. She was looking forward to arriving and relieving her smoldering pussy by a hand-job, for want of better attention.

Valerie, too, was feeling horny. She couldn't stop thinking about her husband's tongue flashing up the maid's soaking cunt and, although the memory infuriated her, it was also making her pussy hot and creamy.