Slowly she unbuttoned the blouse which she discarded and I was filming this stunner of a mature in front of me in her bra, pants and stockings. She tu...ned around a few times, faced me, placed her thumbs inside the hips of her panties and ever so slowly dropped them to the floor. Helen walked to me and asked if I would like a closer shot. She stood before me with legs together and I pressed the zoom button focussing on the pussy. The hair was thinning as it should in a lady of that age and I. Some of the women liked to think about how often hubby could have an orgasm as a small fraction of the number of orgasms they had. A hundred to one ratio was popular but you can pick the number to suit your needs and gets the time between releases just about right. This approach gives him a strong incentive to initiate sex. I suspect that Mark would be unbearable and unstoppable if this was the rule but you know yourself and your hubby and can always experiment. Some of the other women like to. Ugh. What if we could only do something just once? I felt the urge to ask him, but it wouldn't be wise to—he had a wife and I had a boyfriend of almost a year. I gulped. "Hey, Lauren?" asks Mr. Brooke. I turn, "You should really deal with that problem of yours. You might become addicted to sex later on," he said, a smirk on his face. I knew then that he wanted to... Oh, for god's sake, who cared if he was married or not? I walked closer towards him and said, "Maybe you should help me. I tried to calm the situation. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean you were too weird. You're just weird enough for me."Dee Dee calmed down enough to whisper "You knew!"I didn't have a clue what I knew. "Knew what?" I asked.She said "You knew it was me!"Now what the hell was that supposed to mean? I've had some odd experiences in my life, but this one was a pip. I asked "Who else could you be?"She was sniffling. "I could have been Donnie."If they hadn't been crying I would have thought they were playing.