Belita’s ass muscles trembled. Bella was surprised to find that the Captain was already impressively wet. Bella brushed her fingers against the Capt...in’s ornamentation just to feel what they were like. She counted eight of them. Four on each side, piercing her outer labia in two rows.“Anything up there?” came a voice from below.“Nothing yet. Still looking,” the man looking out at the ocean yelled down. Will thanked the gods for lazy henchmen.Bella stroked Will’s cock and rubbed it against. All my life, my mind had wandered. There must be more to life than just one man; the house, the kid, the job. All so mundane. So, I willed my mind to wander. I had fascinations with men in my head. Men I worked with. Male cashiers that were oh so nice. Random strangers. What would they feel like? What would they taste like? What would they do to me and how? Wander, wander, wander. All to escape the hell I lived with daily. I never once cheated. I thought about it, and maybe that counts. Your. Your brush strokes, the way you use a palette knife, your choice of colors, all match Jane's. Yet, you say the painting over my mantel is the first painting of Jane's that you've ever seen. I find that extraordinary."I shrugged. "That's what I said when I studied her painting last night, but I disagree with your assertion regarding color selection. The quality of light in her landscapes is different than mine, not better or worse, just different. I live in and experience high-desert light. She. ...I miss you Hon-mmmmm.” (Violet tries to hide the fact that she's fucking me while talking to her husband. She's not doing too well. I'm slowly picking up the pace again to keep my erection going. Violet lets out a few moans on the phone...) “What's that honey?....oh I'm fine I'm just uhh-mmm I'm...getting a massage..... yeah I am.....at this new massage center in San Diego. It's really great. I can't tell you how much I needed it....mmmmmm....yeah it's good. A total stress.