I exhaled sharply into her mouth, and froth and foam shot out of her nose onto my cheek. I had forgotten to pinch her nose, as I had seen it done. Aga...n, now with my fingers pinching her nostrils shut, I breathed into her mouth. This time her chest heaved upwards and I could hear the air rush into her lungs. As I pulled my mouth away, the breath escaped with a burbling wheeze. I repeated this several times, but she still did not begin breathing on her own.Pressing my ear against her left. You look at my movements and I can see the building hunger in your eyes, as I hear a deep inhalation. “Lift your hips, so I can take those jeans of you, sweetheart“. I do as you say and with agonizing slowness you take of my jeans and panties. Leaving me completely naked on the bed. Not knowing what to do with my hands I move them over my belly while you take a step back to look at me. “God, your so fucking beautiful baby“, you say as your eyes move over every inch of my body. I love the feel. But, finally, I could now understand what was going on. Now, the behavior of the woman and even her uncertainty made sense: it was not by her own will that she had tried to seduce me, but to satisfy her husbands voyeuristic fantasies. This guess of mine was confirmed when the old, wrinkled man stood up and came into the light. He was wearing only a bathrobe, underneath which it was easy to spot a bulging erection. He had a fairy big belly and some grey chest hair was visible. I wondered how a. "Hello, Billie Jo," Mr. Douglas said, trying not to look too embarrassed. "Nice nightgown, Mr. Douglas," Billie Jo smiled, looking at it, not the older gentleman. "Billie Jo, it's not polite to stare," her mother told her. "But I've never seen a nightgown like this," the eighteen-year-old said. "Yes, you have. Mrs. Douglas wears these all the time," her mother told her as she smiled for Mr. Douglas. "Yeah, but how often do we have an a chance to visit before noon?" "You're always free to.