"Ian, sweetheart ..." I say."It's OK, Leanne, I know. You want to sleep with him, don't you?" Yes," I say, quietly, seriously. "I want him, I need him... more than anything else in the world. I'm sorry, Ian." It's all right, my love," you reply. "Just one condition. I want to watch. If you let me watch, I won't mind what you do. Here, these are for you and him." You hand me two drinks. You hang back slightly as I go through to the living room. You want to give me a chance to explain the situation. Clare was fingering Emma as Emma began to squeal..this cute little noise which meant her juices were flowing..straight into Clare's mouth and over her fingers. Both of them had made each other orgasm. Both had their faces sticky with juices. They began to kiss and I knew they would be tasting each others and their own juices. They fell apart and, holding hands, showered. I crept out of my cubicle and was at the door, when my phone rang. I was mortified..as I have a distinctive ring tone which. He has several of those marvellous viewing screens of his in a secret cavern under the house. I can leave him messages if I need to see him sooner. I guess the mirror he gave me will work the same.”“Sometimes, I even get lucky, and he answers my call. Otherwise, we have arranged that once a month he would call me and check-in. It is only when he goes on one of his longer voyages that I can’t contact him. For some reason, he hasn’t been away from the islands in the last twenty-five years.”“So,. When I had gotten in that position, they were relatively modestly hidden by my bra, brief as it was. Now they were exposed to his eyes and I could hardly raise up to put my arms to my side to conceal them. I had always been proud of what Alan referred to as my “titanic tits,” but right then I would have given a great deal to have had my arms securely clamped to my sides! I relaxed for a moment (the difference telling me how tense I was) as his hand left me for a moment, but he was just getting.