“And...” she replied.“I have strange dreams about you,” he answered, “... and things that you do while you watch your websites when no one i... around.”Marcella found herself blushing deeply. No one knew about her private fantasy sessions where she sat naked at her console and masturbated to the videos or images on the she-porn websites. The security cameras were off. The browser history was in auto-delete. Her phone was turned off and the high security, phone network suppression system was. Jeez, a divorce on top of that would pretty much clean both of us out, maybe even put us into debt.Money was tight, what with the mortgage, leasing two cars, and the extra expenses of setting up our home the way we liked it, so the little impulsive treats like going out for a drink and a meal had hit the back burner. Heck, the monthly payments for the new couch were more than the cost of one evening’s drinks, dancing and a meal, and we’d be paying that off for another year yet. At least we now. This was before smartphones for easy pic exchanges but Claire had sent me a birthday card with a really nice letter and a photo, so I kind of knew what she looked like. Although it was more of a side view of her, and quite bizarrely, it was from her wedding day, with her in her lovely white dress! The agreed day came around and mid-afternoon on Saturday there was knock at the door. Feeling a bit nervous I opened it, and wow! The photo she'd sent really didn't do her justice. She was so cute!. I didn't smoke but itwas definitely a turn on to watch her.She flattered me and said she was more attracted to me now that I wouldbe changing my image. I had heard her talk like this before, leading meon in the long running tease that I was used to by now. I was ready forthe friendly yet distant goodnight hug and accompanying need for a coldshower again when before I knew it she was unbuttoning my shirt andtaking it off! She proceeded to take all of the clothes off and started licking andbiting.