Indeed not even with the whores at the Sweating Bodies. Tonight will be my last chance of visiting paradise, so forbear calling on me until after nine...tomorrow morning, when I will have made my slow, sorrowful, way home from her embrace. I will then hand over the ledger and the two paintings into your custody."We left him gazing at Paloma's picture, and returned to The Woolpack.Next morning we set out for Professor Pompidou/ Whyte-Taylor's house as the clock struck 9. Approaching his house we. ”“Perhaps Jocelyn going away for a while will help you achieve that goal.”“I don’t see how. She’s been my best friend forever.”“And she won’t be if she’s somewhere else for a while?”“No, but I’m afraid we’ll grow apart,” I sighed.“Maybe you both need to grow, and this is how it happens.”“Maybe, but I’m concerned about her.”“That’s a different thing from the problem of being apart. You’re sad; she sounds like she might be depressed.”“My mom talked to Jocelyn’s mom and I guess Mrs. Mills is going. She hooked her fingers into the elastic waist band of her panties and pulled them down, not too far, just enough to expose the soft cleft between her buttocks. I was stunned. My lovely wife was laying there with her ass exposed for all to see in the gardens in the middle of the city. She turned to look at me and said, “I don’t want any tan lines.” Seeing the curve of her ass exposed like that was truly wonderful. I couldn't resist the temptation. I reached over, took hold of her panties and. He always watched me changing into my night clothes. In the beginning it was a little weird to have him watch me stripping and putting on my night dress, but soon I stopped caring about it. I noticed him touching his cock a couple of times while watching me standing near my bed and changing my clothes. One night, like always, I turned my back to him and took off my top to change into a night frock. I secretly looked at him over my shoulder and noticed him touching his cock and adjusting it in.