I had several stashes by this point: make up,lingerie and even magazines from Victoria Secret and Frederick's ofHollywood.It was only a matter of tim... before I got caught. I think she tried tocatch me, I think she set a trap for me, but I don't know for sure. Oneminute she knew nothing and the next I'm caught wearing her panties andbra. Beth called my office and left a message that she was going to belate that evening. I drove home like Mario Andretti to have as much timeas possible to play. “Ohhhh, how did you get so good at that?” I asked.“I don’t know, but I like it,” she said with a smile, fixing her hair back in a ponytail and licking my seven inch circumcised cock all of the way from the base to the tip. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, she laid down beside me, and I began to gently finger her- her hole and little clit still wet with my saliva and her juices. As she lay on her back with my right arm underneath her, reaching around to grab her right breast, I. .” I said, but she cut me off again. “I said don’t even try. ” I looked at her. Without turning to me, she said, “Whatever you’re doing, whoever it is, however long it’s been going on, I really don’t want to know.” My mind was racing. How much did she know? How did she find out? Why did she say “whoever IT is” instead of “whoever SHE is”? Did she know or suspect I’d been messing with a guy? Had she stumbled across a text or email? Had word gotten back to her from someone who saw us at. Gemma remained on her knees while John slid open the frosted glassshower door and turned on the water, adjusting it to his liking. Hestepped aside to let Crystal get in first, cupping one of her buttocksin his broad hand as she entered. She rewarded him with a smile. Hefollowed her into the enclosure and they washed each other's backs,along with several other body portions. There was some laughter and afew exchanges that Gemma couldn't hear clearly over the sound of rushingwater. At last.