He flopped down onto the couch, scooped up the remote and turned on the big screen TV. He searched the listings until he found what he was looking for... He entered the channel and smiled as Yogi Bear showed up on the screen. He set the remote aside and for the next forty-five minutes sat there and zoned out.Only Jennifer, Molly and Megan walking into the room, arm in arm, pulled him from his melancholy thoughts. When the three stopped almost right in front of him, he scooped up the remote and. Every dexterous stroke of his fingers between her thighs, stokes the passion at her core. Izetta writhes, his ministrations rob her of conscious thought. No longer is she able to find his lips with hers, though she longs to allow him to feel her fever. Instead, Izetta moans and rasps. A wanton to the desire he has unleashed with a mere touch. The space between them, though minuscule, is too much. She mews with pent-up frustrations, wishing for the moment when he will enter her. She reaches. ‘I won’t be that long.’ But he was. An hour or so passed before he showed up, his eyes redder than they’d been in his office. He sat silently at the table I’d picked out away from the bar and I signaled the bartender for a drink. She had forgiven me my lewdness from the last time I’d been in and brought the drink over with a smile. I smiled and thanked her, telling her to put it on my tab. ‘You all right?’ I asked Fisher, looking at how his eyes were still wet from crying and his face had gone. And invested on a camera to see her undress. At first, I didn't even know how to set the damn camera up, and it was frustrating. Lucky for me, I decided to do it with time to spare. Finally, when I discovered my way to set it (from setting it up to where to put it) I just waited, I was nervous as fuck. What if she discovers it?, what if she knows what I'm up to from my attitude, since I hadn't done almost anything like that and I was not good at it?, My heart was pumping when she arrived to the.