Luckily the snooker room was empty. This time I sat on the edge of the table, unbuttoned my blouse, pushed one bra strap off my shoulder, cupped my br...ast in my hand and gave an ‘I’m in the throws of a fantastic orgasm’ look to the camera. Again the camera flashed. As I climbed off the table I began to realise that something surprising was happening. I thought that I was doing this as a turn-on for Steve, but the wetness between my naked thighs told a different story. I was turning myself on in. It was rather disorderly. With lots of soiled dishes in the sink. "Isn't this a mess?" she asked, as she brought out the ice tray."I don't mind," I said, not wanting to agree with her and perhaps blow the first client I ever had. Obviously it was going to be a divorce action.She dropped the ice tray onto the sideboard and then her right hand moved an unruly strand of hair away from the side of her face. "So am I," she said. The palms of her hands slid down the front of her, pressing the shift. My shaft pulsed. I slowly slid off and crawled like a ninja over to the window. Rising slowly to the edge so as not to show too much of my head, I manoeuvred myself into the window seat without being seen. My back and head were against the wall with my legs stretched out just under the windowsill. From this angle, if leaned forward slightly and looked out to the left, I had an unobstructed view of Staci tanning by the pool. Usually this was my routine every Saturday. After I did the yard I. After introductions, Edmond said, "I know that you want to look over the place Mr. Matthews, but first let's go inside and sit down. Jody and I have several questions.As soon as they got inside, Jody turned to Jeff. "I've just taken a big peach cobbler out of the oven, and we have some vanilla ice cream. Why don't we just sit at the table?"Jeff started to object when he caught a look in Ed's eye. "Ma'am, that would be fantastic. Peach cobbler is one of my favorites. Lead the way. You have three.