For a moment, she stood unmoving, admiring her sensually harmonious curves, her full, pink nippled breasts and slender waist, the sweeping flow of her...arched hips into the long, white columns of her smooth, rounded thighs and tapering calves.Dr. George Everett, wouldn't you love to see what I'm looking at right now? Nothing short of an erotically pleasing sight, I'd say? How would I fit into your research, honey ... the sex-crazed housewife? The masturbating bitch?She let her eyes sensually. Every Saturday evening after lights out. Even now ten years later Oleg still had nightmares about it.He loved to watch grown men oiling up their ass holes before they tried to force a 100 mm diameter glass bottle up their backsides. Oleg filmed them. Secretly. He played back the video when he felt depressed and soon tears of laughter ran down his cheeks. He had many hours of video which he sold through a specialist agency. The ISIL collection. On one occasion a bottle broke and the man had to. "I smiled and felt a new sense of encouragement to continue so I put my hand right over her bare breast and this time she didn't lurch away. I pushed my lips against hers and returned my tongue to the warmth of her mouth while I caressed her breast under her t-shirt. I didn't stay up there for long though because the passion inside me was making me impatient so explore her more.I left her chest and slowly stroked down to her lap and further still until I felt the bare skin of her leg. I think. I was masturbating. I had my trousers right off, I was sitting in my chair and was wearing a pair of my daughter’s navy blue knickers. She looked at my stiff prick sticking straight out over the waistband of the knickers, with me gently rubbing it, and I thought that she would turn and run.”“But she didn’t?”“No, she didn’t. She said something like, ‘Oh, poor you. You must get lonely in here on your own.’ Then she pulled that other chair around to face me and sat down in it. She suggested that.