My wife and I werefinally able to buy our own place out in the country. I was hoping toresume my dressing activities where I could actually go outside...withoutfear of getting caught. The concrete floor of our garage and drivewaywas an excellent runway for me to practice walking in heels. And thereis no better sound than listening to heels tap across a hard surface. Mywife was somewhat cold to my "hobby" so I didn't do it much. We were inthis kind of co-dependency thing where I couldn't really. "Just need to change and clean up a lil, can you start upthe laptop and click the shortcut that says CAM." Kayyy," I responded.After getting everything started up I could see myself on the laptopscreen, I do look good I thought to myself. I bent over showing mybreasts to the camera, then tugged down my top exposing the top of mybra.Jess cleared her throat a she stood behind me,I blushed as my head dartedaround to see her standing there. She had her same top on but swappedher jeans for a very. I was seeing naked boobs so closely and had the right to touch them, kiss them, suck them do anything I like just because she was a loser and she had to and also the lust she had build up for me and I sucked her , bite them, sucked her nipples so that sweet milk could come out and finally pressed them so harsh so that she can’t bear as she could not bear the pleasure I was giving to her by pressing her boobs, she said aap bhi khol lo naaI said nahin abhi nahin, servant may come and again. The tips of his fingers stroked her G-spot. The width of the digits gave her just enough sense of fullness. The heel of his hand fit her perfectly, not only rolling her clit beneath its protective hood but pressing down on the shaft of the sensitive bud as well. He tugged upward at a rapid pace, only stroking a scant inch or so, but it was more than enough.“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she blurted out as he built her higher.Even though she was holding onto it, he easily lifted the arm around her waist.