That was something of a head trip, no joke intended.The update wasn't the same as when I'm a passenger. Its hard toexplain. They're... more like an an...oying recap episode. You know, oldfootage summarising things for the viewer. Cause they're his memories.Memories aren't the same as living the event.They're jammed into my head all the same though, pushing my ownlimited memories about. It's like mixing colours and whites in thewash, everything all bleeding together when you know they should. That your wife? she asked watching the show.Still holding his erection, we turned to the show.My wife was holding the old guys cock in her mouth, Bert was getting rough now.He was straddling her legs, her ass was arched up to him.As if she needed every inch of him, she bucked to meet his thrusts.Several more deep, forceful thrusts and he buried himself deep and climaxed,,again.He laid flat on her to catch his breath, whispering and kissing her neck.The old guy was humping his still soft cock in. You’re often stuck at your home office, only editing photos on the computer. When you do get a job to take some photos, it’s usually for condemned buildings, fundraisers, and occasionally a wedding. On the very rare occasions, you might actually get to go somewhere like a beach, and take pictures of models. Like today.I was already done shooting photos of beautiful women, and wanted to take the opportunity to get some scenery shots for my portfolio. It wasn’t often I was able to go to the. It was dark green and silky, and highlighted her blonde hair and green eyes perfectly. Under the nightie was a matching thong that couldn't have been more than 2 square inches of material. I could see the outline of her pussy lips from across the room, and swear I could make out her erect clit sticking through her lips. I guess she had started without me... The reason she took so long. Setting my beer down I made my way out to the patio and wrapped her in my arms. Man she smelled so good! .