There were times through the evening when M was feeling my cock and several times she took a mouthful of champagne and bobbed under the water and suck...d my cock.As the night went on she was sitting between us and was giving me a hand job. She was pumping my cock and then reaching down and fondling my balls. I was in heaven but had no idea that Barry was getting the same treatment sitting on the other side of my wife. I went to slip my hand into her top to feel her left breast which was next to. White knuckles gripped my steering wheel for the longest thirty minutes of my life. When I pulled into his driveway, my heart was already racing—begging me to turn around—but I parked and approached Nick’s door. Nick greeted me at the door wearing a white t-shirt and maroon sweatpants, which was probably much more practical attire than my jeans. After a brief greeting that I was too nervous to remember, he led me to his living room. We sat at opposite ends of his couch, with his laptop on the. He couldn’t have sent it. Wait a minute…” Morgan went back and watched the video again.“Abby, remember what you told me that Vince had gotten, before your Face-Time call, last weekend.”“A tattoo of a pair of angel wings, over his heart, why?”“Watch the video, again.”She did and she saw it or rather didn’t see it. She also noticed that Vince never spoke; he was in the buff but no tattoo.“You’re right, Morgan. I don’t think that’s Vince. Oh, it looks like him but it’s not him.”“I’m going to find. Her pussy hair was trimmed only slightly and was a dark red color, almost a rust color. She put her finger to her mouth sensually, turned and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start. I was feeling light-headed from the alcohol, but more so because Vicki's body and sexy look had really turned me on. It must have been the alcohol that made me glance over at her bed. There were her panties. Pink cotton with little lacy ribbons on the sides. I watched my hand reach out and pluck them off.