She continued to find small, creative ways to satisfy her little fetish.So that was life for us now. The usual summer routine included the nanny showi...g up in the morning around the time I would leave for work. Her and the k**s would frequently stay at the house if Ann needed to go do whatever it was she needed to do. At least a couple of days each week, the nanny would take both k**s to the park, to play for a few hours. Everything was pretty damn good. Even though Ann had continued her. Despite how it seems, I don’t have sex with just anyone or on a whim. I think it through and decide if it’s right or not. She knows that. Despite all the girls I’ve been with, it’s never been just a physical act that I can do lightly.”“So you’re saying you won’t do it?”“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I just don’t like Jennifer going behind my back to arrange for me to have sex with someone.”“Let’s go see the movie. We have plenty of time to discuss this. Despite my joking with you, it’s not. The anticipation and response -- the sheer arousal of being robbed of preparation -- was making my disappearing act down her body a tremendous turn-on. She was a slave to the sensations my exploring tongue delivered. All She could do was live in the moment -- and feel every physical response with overwhelming honesty. Her honesty moaned like a whore when I replaced my tongue in her pussy with two of my thick fingers! " OOOOHHHH..AAAAHHHH." She jumped and fucked back on my fingers as they. "Tom's not going to give a shit that you took them. He's been too busy fucking her brains out for the last two days since he saw them."She actually shook her fists at me in anguish."Where the fuck are my pictures?" she demanded. "Where the fuck are my pictures that I can flaunt at Roger to remind him that he's supposed to lust after me? Where the fuck are my pictures so I can get my brains fucked out? You took pictures of Kathy because she's taller and prettier and then you shared them and you.