As she sat at her vanity in bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and heels, she would apply her make up and allow me to brush her long, thick, auburn...hair. She also allowed me to spritz her with perfume and when she was feeling playful, she would spritz me with her perfume as well. Left alone for hours while she was on her dates, I would sit at Aunt Celestes vanity and apply eye shadow, mascara, rouge, and lipstick to my face. I would look at my pretty face in the mirror, seeing what a cute. I stepped up and placed my hands at her rib cage and she placed hers on my shoulders. She leaned forward and I lifted her off of the ledge and let her slide to her feet. She looked beat but that didn't stop her from lifting up on sore legs and kissing me again. As we got dressed among the echoes of our complaints from the cold wet clothes chilling us once more; I could just make out the faint sound of a helicopter. We looked at each other and grinned, we knew they were looking for. Her eyelashes fluttered and her mouth was wide open as she sighed. Her pink lips were drawn into an erotic 'O' and her body was locked into a spasm of sheer delight. Steven flicked the freeze frame, and she was left on the screen, fixed in her climax. Now she opened and closed her mouth, hardly able to speak, her face crimson with embarrassment. Steven turned to her and leered. “You can’t deny that can you fuck toy?” “How? How the hell did you get that?” she stammered. “Now that’s a stupid. My own wife of 5 years decided to have 'supposedly' a one time fling. She told me one day she wanted a separation and moved out. I was devastated as were our two tiny children. Thankfully, I had her mom to help me with them. Neither of us could figure out what was going on with Julie.Then one day I happened to stop by her apartment, she'd gotten a little one bedroom place, very close to work. I was in the parking lot when she whipped in and not seeing me, got out with a man and walked toward.