" It wasn't bad," Lana said, "but I don't think I'll be repeating it any time soon. It just feels too weird."Steve pushed his way into their discussio.... "It sounds to me," he said, "that you two tried something, and neither one is offended, but neither one is interested in repeating it either. So I'd suggest you simply drop the topic, before you wander off into dangerous territory."There was general agreement, so Steve suggested a shower to clean up before breakfast. There was a minimum of. Quickly." Can you go inside and see if there are any spare pants?" Alright then. Wait a minute."Although I couldn't see him through the fence, I heard Sherwin running off into the house. I found the cricket ball without a problem and threw it back into my backyard. The only problem was getting back over. When I climbed over the fence before I needed help from a trashcan. But since there was no trashcan on the other side of the fence, how do I get back? I couldn't. I had to find a way to get to. I gripped my cock through my jeans then loosened my grip. Her head turned ever so slightly. Her eyes stealthily looked peripherally down. I made a more obvious move with my hand. She never looked up.My heart pounded out of my chest as I gripped and loosened my hand. I saw her tongue pressing her upper lip. I glanced around to see if anyone was aware of my intrepid pervings. No one was staring. On a cautious thought, I checked for cameras that would incriminate me. Nothing.I was so nervous but I. Having the camera and cameraman peering at every fold of her sex, recording every squish and moan turned me on, but it also gave me enough objectivity to go on and on.When we got home, she told me, "Dirty movies were disgusting. Letting someone watch was disgusting. But I know I'm going to love this.' She took the disc and put it in the player, sat down to watch. Now, it runs almost all the time, and the sight of our continuing sex display turns her on more than ever."What really turns me on, '.