? Vera said, taking her turn in our second game of Carcassonne.We were alone in a cabin in the private jet she?d chartered. Vera wasdolled up and look...d very feminine with a perfectly fitted designer reddress. It was her public look.?Yeah,? I was on autopilot with her still thinking about how angry Ben hadgotten.?I was and still am really close to having my uterus taken out, to behonest.??Oh wow, no interest in having children one day??She shrugged and said, ?My motherly instinct is somewhere. Exposing it, I start exploring, feeling it through her silk underwear, running my fingertips up and down her ass crack, teasingly, lightly, touching her pussy through the fabric. Still sucking on me, she pulls her panties off. Then she nudged me to move over a bit so she can kneel on the bed.I now spread her wet pussy lips apart, finger fucking her. She is licking my balls and jerking me off, both of us moaning and growling a bit.She then swings her leg over me, straddling me as she lifts her. ”“Morose. An actual vocabulary. I like that.”She pulled the camera up, peered through the viewfinder, scanning some of the boat traffic, then “Ahhhhhh, will you look at that!”“What?” I said, swiveling my head looking for whatever interested her.She was giggling. “Over there. That boat that’s nosed into the bank. I do believe I’m seeing a public display of affection. Here! Use the camera!” She pushed it over to my reach. I scanned a bit. The telephoto lens has a narrow field of view, but I found. Her eyes were wide,looking at me with the same intensity a starving man eyed a steak.?Linda? What the hell are you doing here??She looked at me some more, snapping another dozen pictures.?Put the phone away.?Linda ignored me. It wasn?t like she every listened to me anyway, butthis was worse. This was intentional. She was enjoying my embarrassmentand the way I tried to hide behind my desk while holding my arms up asif my hands could block the lens of her camera phone. I yelled at herto leave. I.