Her eyes were a brilliant green, hair brunette, her face a bit too angular to be called beautiful. But all things considered, she was attractive and k...ew it.Perhaps that was one reason why she attracted men (and lovers) like flies. She had married Richard seven years ago, almost entirely because of his money and the security and life style he could give her. They weren't filthy rich, but they lived comfortably in one of the nicer neighborhoods and she drove a BMW and relaxed by the swimming. "Trying to be unobtrusive, she picked up a bra off the table and pretendedto be examining it, then phrased her question delicately, "Miss, what sizeare you shopping for? Maybe I can help you pick something out."He blushed all the way to his ears as he responded, "I'm not sure, I wasjust looking for anything on sale. My old ones just don't fit anymore.Either they have all shrunk or I have out grown them."That took her breath away. When he confessed, he was there to buy abigger bra, not just. God, it feels so good! I've got my big dildo in my pussy and my big metal bullet in my ass." I had an instant visual, and hard on. I had seen Gill run this scene before, although it had been a few years. Still, it was a scene I had replayed and had wanted to re-live a million times over. I couldn't convince her to come over, nor could I convince her to throw him out. Or leave her bedroom window open so I could climb in. "He doesn't even get a hard on any more. He hasn't fucked me for weeks. He. He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know what he’s thinking. He’s afraid I’m chickening out.“Can you set the camera on auto?” I ask.With a whoosh of exhaled breath, he deflates. But he chuckling as he gets off me.“The camera has video mode,” he said. I can feel my pussy flood. I moan like a whore, thinking about fucking on camera.Setting up the tripod and getting the camera in the right spot takes for fucking ever. I just lay there, cooling off. Thinking about what we’re doing. I’m a bit.