I shot some more photos before I arranged your robe again. Finally I eased the robe from your breasts allowing them to be exposed to the lens. I held ...our eyes as I did so but I saw no hesitation, you smiled at me and licked your lips trying successfully to arouse me. I kissed you and I felt your fingers reach to my cock so that you could stroke it and feel it harden. As you did so I touched your breasts and nipples and I wanted you so much. Pulling away before I lost control of myself I began. While I do, I slide one finger inside you, hand facing down, and pull your opening downward, stretching out your pussy hole. I slide another finger in, and, still pulling down, make you feel like all of a sudden you have something much bigger than my fingers inside you.I continue licking your clit, wiggling, swirling, stretching with my hooked fingers in your hole, the ass plug still not allowing your asshole to close.“Ay I cuh Ir? Lea? Lea? Lea?” you beg.“Not yet,” I say, not letting up. Now. Having a petite, skinnier body than Katie, I always knew she had a large chest. But seeing her in a two-piece bikini showed off the obvious rack she had on her, and the little round ass that went along to fit perfectly with the rest of her body.I realize it sounds dirty, perverted and a bit warped, but if you'd put yourself in my shoes with a boring marriage, uneventful sex life, and not a lot of action (not nearly as much as I'd wanted through the years), you'd get where I was coming from.. "We all make compromises," I replied noncommittally. "But Clara and I have never been closer than we have been since her promotion." That was true, even though we were sleeping in separate bedrooms."Then you are a very special man," she said. Helen locked eyes with me. "Take this," she said. She pressed a business card into my hand. It was an engraved card on heavy, cream-colored stock. On it was a single phone number and nothing else."Save it. It is my most private number. Clara doesn't even.