I shower and dress, putting on a pair of my favourite sheer to the waist tan pantyhose with the gusset removed. I pull on a pair of trousers and a tsh...rt and a pair of shoes. I call a taxi and give the driver the address that you have sent me. It isn't far away and soon I am knocking on the door. You open it and invite me in. You offer me a drink and we talk for a while about the things we enjoy. You then suggest that we undress. I quickly remove my shoes, shirt and trousers while you do the. But she never shows her chest off in a low—cut and flimsy dress, let alone in one as outrageous as she was wearing in that lounge.The man seemed secure of her. He knew that all her attention was for him and to him. He owned her affection. Sex with Myriam had always been important to me, but even more special was the intimacy. By sharing that, she betrayed me the deepest and hurt me the most. When I witnessed their calm closeness I knew Myriam wasn't mine anymore. She was all his and she. She threw her head back and pushed back at me with her hips. ‘Harder. Fuck me harder.’ she demanded. I sped it up, and with every time I filled her she exhaled, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. Her hands moved to my shirt, sliding it off my back. She somehow found the attention to pull my pants all the way off. ‘Step out of them. You can get in better,’ she whispered, stepping out of her skirt. I did as she asked. ‘Take my shirt off, please,’ she whispered as I continued my strokes. I slid. I went to dad's room getting his camera has a lot better zoom then mine does popping in my memory card in it I looked out that window but couldn't see a thing. I tried the den which is between the bedrooms and I could make out movements, so I raised the camera and there was Mrs. tanner standing in front of what I thought was her husband sliding her bikini bottoms off. I switch the camera to video and kept shooting. I knew I would have to clean my shorts before mom seen them for sure cause I had.