Ooofff what a scene it was her milky white thighs were clearly visible and I was seeing her in this position for the very first time and I was looking...at her body when she again opened her eyes and came closer to me and kneel down and tried to undid my jeans.She removed my jeans seating there completely and was now blushing looking to my cock.My cock was just inches away from her face. I hold her hand and made her stand and again lifted her in my arms and came to our bed. I made her lie on bed. The competing fishermen were annoyed by their theory that God was helping us. I thought it was great because when the story got out, anything that helped convince people that "God was on my side" was to our advantage, and it fitted in nicely with my "Oops, I Left My Jacket At Our Restaurant Table" plan.We neither confirmed nor denied having angelic assistance, but on the last couple of days we said say we'd fish "normally", thereby indirectly confirming that God was indeed on our side. We'd. Was this the man I had known for so long? It was hard to see how.I reassured her I was getting some good data, and all would be over soon.I'd tailed Brad a few times, despite Frank's warnings, and found he would occasionally stop by a certain house on a certain street on certain days. Further, he'd leave work to go to the house, enter the garage by remote, it seemed, close the garage door, and emerge in reverse almost precisely thirty-five minutes later.And always around lunchtime.The bastard. My gaze moved up over the folds of her belly to take in the lengthy rocks of her aching, still growing nipples; past the quivering of her chin and the wide-open amazement of her mouth and flared nostrils. My eyes looked deeply into hers, then away as Nicole's fingertips found and separated the moistness of her quim, and with a sudden intake of breath, her mouth and eyes closed as her head went back.Nicole's pelvis bounced in a little twitch when my finger first invaded the sanctity of her hotly.