Her eyebrows were full but neatly plucked over large green eyes with some shading and liner. But mostly I noticed her lips...full and puffy and, at th... moment, vey animated. Miss Crotchy(never married and a virgin to boot) was actually, to me, a rather attractive woman.In spite of the lambasting(or because of it), the ol' tent pole was pushing the tent back up into place. As her harangue continued and her descriptions of my wicked equipment continued, her eyes took on a wilder look while her. Her home was neatly kept. There was a sensual aroma in the home and more so in my mind. I don’t know what was happening; living a dream is the best way to describe the experience. She removed her red jacket. Now she was in white top and blue jeans. Her naval was slightly visible and her nipples were inviting. Obviously she was not wearing a bra. I don’t know what was going through my mind but yes, sex with her was always in it.Coffee? She asked me to which I nodded but before she went to make. I didn't know there was someone else at home", I answered. "So....", we both awkwardly intervened. "Are you done with that?", She asked first.. pointing at what is a bad cover up of a tent in history, with a smile. I shook my head "No, not yet.." The blood finally reaching my face as I blush in embarrassment. She then pointed at the TV and told me if I wanted to continue, she wouldn't mind. I declined, saying that I couldn't do it knowing someone else is in the house. But in reality, I was. She held the phone arm's length, snapping a couple of pictures, with Daniel’s member at different depths inside her mouth."Taking a selfie?" Daniel asked, twisting his head a little.“To send to the hubby, to let him know what I am doing., she replied.Quinn sent the pictures to Oliver. Quinn reached to place her phone on the counter, but this time instead of taking the phone from her. Daniel grasped Quinn's arm and helped her to her feet. He then maneuvered behind her. Peeling down her exercise.