The odor hadn't even been that strong, she remembered. “So what?”“I saw your breasts.” he told her. “And I saw between your legs, too.”“...o what?” she asked, embarrassed. She glanced down at her body.“You're beginning to grow some hair down there.” he said. “Your breasts are getting bigger, too.”“So what?” she repeated. “It's called puberty, moron! I'm eighteen, in case you had forgotten!”“Your birthday is two days after mine.” he said. “I'm not likely to forget how old you are.”“What about it?”. I heard the front door close after Seth and Anna turned on the water.I came out of the closet and snuck down the hall and out the backdoor. I went through the gate and back to my car.I sat there in disbelief at what my wife was doing and at why I was letting it go on.Then it struck me. I have to tape these sessions.I started the car and headed toward the house. I pulled into the garage and walked into the house.Anna was coming down the hallway with a pair of short shorts and a tight white. I ordered a vodka and coke to chase the beer down, together with a shot of something clear with Baileys floating on top of it. I might as well just get drunk rather than waste my one night off. Forget all about her and have fun by myself for once. And that was what annoyed me most, wasn’t it? Being by myself when I could take my pick of women, and had. There were probably 5 or 6 women I had numbers for who would jump at a chance to meet up with me even at such short notice. I could have pretty. ’ ‘Mmm!’ was all she could say, and she pulled his head down for another kiss. He obliged, sinking into her mouth and feasting on her. Cilla felt his erection pressing against her, and she moaned and pushed herself against him harder. Adam pushed back, and soon they were writhing and stroking each other’s shoulders and backs. Cilla wanted to climb up his body, and he wanted to crawl inside her skin. The tension rose to fever pitch, and neither seemed willing or able to stem the tide. When Cilla.