Ah yes! There was an undisciplined wisp of flaxen hair trying to escape behind her ear. Descended, no doubt, of the Norsemen who ruled long ago in Nor...andy.Her lips were reddened, of course, and her eyebrows were colored as well to frame her face. She had a delicate chin and high cheekbones, again betraying her Viking ancestry. She was, at least to my eyes, staggeringly beautiful.To my great fortune the fashions of the time dictated that her neck down to the top of her full bosom was exposed.. I scampered down the hallway and peeked in. Now all I could see was a pair of legs waving in the air and the pumping ass of my darling, beloved, no good son-of-a-bitch husband as he pounded her. And oh yeah, I saw the video camera mounted on its tripod recording the entire thing. It was out in the open so apparently he was only sneaking around on me. The recordings were only secret from me.Recordings? Could there be? Was he really that confident of himself or was he even dumber than I thought.. Now would it?” Yvette just grinned at him while Ric looked like he might stroke out at any second. He could not take his eyes off her figure no matter how hard he told himself not to stare. Yvette had a shape to die for and the boy-shorts not only accentuated her long legs, but were displaying a substantial camel toe to her boy cousin.Yvette spun around and while she did said “See . . . “and then something Ric didn’t understand in French. Seeing that he didn’t understand, Yvette repeated in. It appeared to be an accidental act, so didn’t react, continuing to tease my breasts. A few seconds later fingertips were trailing along my leg again. This time, they lingered longer and continued higher, to the hem of my skirt. Once again, I tried not to react, knowing that it must have been the woman sat to my left touching my leg. I thought the first time she touched me was an accident but the second couldn’t possibly have been. I became even more turned on realising that she must have been.