..oh! My god I couldn't think of anything to say, so i had to tell her the truth...so I just came out with it with the same force she asked me... "AND..... I LIKE THE THOUGHT A LADY'S PRIVATE PARTS HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT WITH THE TIGHTS I'M WEARING!" This made her smile again, she answered me by backing up my statement " YES, I ALWAYS FEEL SEXY WEARING NYLON"!She then asked me to retrieve the wash basket from the kitchen and when I did I knew what would be waiting for me and I was right, amongst a. “All I’m going to say is you should have never left them together. It hasn’t been that long since you were going to college parties. I know you knew what could happen with two drunken people thrown together in a hotel room. I quite honestly expected more from you.”I realized that I had changed. Before this weekend, I would never have been so forceful with people. I sensed that I was being a little too aggressive and really should dial it back some. Brandon was right. What I said to Coach. It wasn’t until I was on the way that my heart started pounding unceasingly. I arrived just before the appointed time. The park was dark, lit only from a few streetlights and the parking lot wasn’t illuminated at all. The park itself was situated south of the main road and with the exception of the lot, was covered with well-tended trees and accessories for children to play on, like swings and Jungle Jims. I hid my car behind some bushes and took the still hot meal to a park table and began. We had taken over 150 photos even before Pete threw the camera down to grip my head with both hands. We sat together on the sofa scrolling through, looking at each one of them on the back of the camera. We saved 10 of them. Pete liked the ones with just the head of his cock in my lips so you could see his impressive shaft before it went into my throat. I like the ones where his cock was triumphantly buried.Since then the camera has become a regular voyeur to our lovemaking. Fueled by my own.