Then at 8:30 we meet in the theatre, and the fun begins.”She smiled wickedly, then stunned me with another of her questions.“Are you a voyeur or a... exhibitionist?”I had to think about that one because I was really both.“Do you have a third choice? Could I be a participant?”“No,” she laughed, “you have to be one or the other.”“OK then; in spite of what I’m doing right now, I am more of an exhibitionist than a voyeur.”“Perfect,” she responded. “I’ll surprise you too. I’m more of a voyeur. I only. The news about the rebels south of the border had both Sylvia and me on edge and he felt like he was sometimes walking on eggshells around us. It kept him thinking about the issue, though.“Fine … Annie, can I talked to you out here away from the house? I’ve been thinking …”I smiled at him. Talks away from the house were about something he was afraid Sylvia would be unhappy about. “Of course. I’ve been doing some thinking, too. But, you first.”He went on to tell me about an idea that came to him. So I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. Now I was playing with her pussy over her panties. She was wearing a dark navy blue color floral panty which by now had gone wet. I was caressing her pussy lips with my finger.She then unzipped my jeans and asked me too free my cock from the prison as she was not. She was playing with my tool now and my hand went inside her panty and started fingering her. She was moaning quietly in pleasure and stroking my cock. She was so aroused by all these that she. I smiled and blew a kiss to the mirror.I unfastened the suit's top and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of the bottoms and continued to look in the mirror. My breasts we no longer 'glow in the dark white', as Cleo put it. Yet there was a clear difference compared to my arms, and even my stomach, which was mildly darker. I raised my breasts and let them fall naturally. I raised my arms over my head. Still a few good years in me. I giggled at the mirror. My nipples had hardened in the air.