No wonder his hard cock throbbed as he sat forward in the lounge chair and watched. No wonder his cock dribbled precum. It was an exciting scene. I re...rranged myself in my lounge chair to give my nuts room, my cock freedom to move, as I felt the jolt of lust course through my body. Bill stroked himself with one hand while he occasionally wet his lips from the glass held in the other hand. We couldn’t hear sound from the other room but it was apparent from her movements, and facial expression,. Eventually, sheraised her head up and smiled. Her only words were, "Your picturereally illustrates what great work I do. He even spelled my namecorrectly. So it will be easy for other 'girls' like you to find me. Iam going to be swamped with work. This is great publicity."Phil spent some time trying to show his wife the negative consequencesfrom this publicity. Carol, between her hangover and excitement, washearing none of it. She was only focused on the potential good to hersurgical. "My goodness, Katie. Did I have you all wrong!"I ate lemon drizzle cake with an ornate cake fork and drank dark,Yorkshire tea from a delicate china cup in Joy's quirky tea shop. Whileadmiring her photographs on the wall I wondered how it was that I, thelowest of women, should feel so content wriggling my bare, sandy toeson her tiles while my stained skirt dried. Somehow it seemed moreunreal than the sophisticated opulence of the hotel suite I returned tolater in the day.My dreams were dark that. I must add, in fairness, that Randy cleans up after himself and does it very well. I like to say he was raised properly!He is also an excellent fuck, the best I‘ve known. Not that I have a lot to compare him to. I confess I asked him a couple of times if he would consider bringing home someone to fuck me.But Randy is very possessive about me: “You’re all mine, and I’m keeping it just like that.”That pleases me on several levels — but, if he should ever change his mind and ask me to fuck someone.