She smiled at me as my eyes roamed over her. "You had me naked and in your arms all last night. No real hesitation at anything with me. Yet now, as yo... try to get dressed and see me dressed, you stop. Why?"I looked up and met her eyes. Shrugging I tried to answer, "I suppose it's the tease you give off when you're dressed." Oh," she said smiling. "And how much of a tease do you think I am?"That was one of those loaded questions that had no correct answer. If I said she was too much of a tease,. He answered the front door and invited me in as usual and told me to wait a minute while he got some cash from his office. Honestly, all I could think of was his big creamy cock I had seen the night before and when he came into the room, he asked me a strange question...he asked if I knew he had a camera system in his house? I was puzzled but told him no and then he told me to follow him to his office where he showed me some camera video on his computer, taken at his house last night! I looked. I’m going to go get some other ones." With that, I sprang up and dashed off to my room, coming back shortly with a half-dozen pair of assorted panties. "Which ones do you think would look good?" I asked, teasing the old perv.At this point Derek had sweat trickling down his chubby cheeks, his stubbly face red and flustered. He was wheezing and sitting up in his chair, eyes fixated on my body and new panties."I dunno. I guess those," he replied, pointing to some low-cut, blue cotton bikini. It seemed rude to press for any more information and the conversation was directed into a more mundane route for the moment. I could not help but admire them and in my mind's eye seeing these two slim bodies tangled together in bed. I image them alternating positions---something my husband never enjoyed and so our sex life took on an adroit and mechanical quality. For a while the passion lingered but as the years wore on that seemed to faded away. He rolled over and fucked me when he was.