On a small shelf made of thin sticks, supported by two thick branches, was a manufactured object of black plastic-like material and leather. Although ...incent was not familiar with the model, it was very evident to him that it was some sort of radio. Even the three small knobs were evidence to that fact and so was the tiny hand microphone, which was hooked on its side support attached to the radio.For a few seconds Vincent's eyes rested on the high-tech electronic device and before he was. She stood up, walked over to Sue, who gave me back the camera, and started to rub her hands over my wife’s body. Jane was bottomless but still wore her bra. Soon Sue had had her dress removed, and Jane began to take off Sue’s knickers too. Sue had forties style white underwear on, to match her dress. The panties had been full-cut and tightly fitting, but they were now discarded as Jane made her bend over with her back to her “audience” and place her hands on the bed. Jane ran her hands over. "We probably need to back off and think about it anyway, but I'll tell you, Vicky, it reminded me of what I've been missing, too. You may think it's been a while for you, but it's been longer for me." Since Christine was well?" she asked quietly.He was silent for a moment, phrasing his answer. "Christine was never well, at least never while I knew her," he replied. "That didn't keep her from being a warm and loving person who I cared for deeply. We could never be very physically active, but. He smirks down at me. “Well well well, and here I thought you were going to be doing work while I was out,” he says in his oh so deep sexy voice. A moan escapes my lips as I move my hips over the chair, unable to help myself as I stare up at Jon with pleading eyes. “I … I couldn’t help it… Oh god, I’m so horny and wet Jon!” ‘I can see that,” he chuckles. “You’ve made quite the mess on your nice leather chair haven’t you?” “I’m sorry,” I say, unable to stop whimpering and teasing my nipples as I.