The look Imelda gave me was one of reassurance and calmness so I agreed and Des moved over to me while my husband went over to Imelda. The massaging s...on turned into foreplay and I was really enjoying myself though I did keep looking at my husband and Imelda to see how they were progressing. I was getting nervous as I really didn’t want to have sex in front of my husband and I also didn’t particularly want to see my husband with another woman. Again, Imelda came to the rescue and seemed to know. He pushed 2 fingers up her cunt, feeling her soft, hot and wet around them as he went deeper inside her, his fingers fucked her hard and he bit her clitoris, she was panting in between moans. He moved his sticky, wet fingers to her anus and rubbed it, gently teasing his finger inside, he felt her ring tighten around him and she threw her head back and panted as his knuckle passed through, she was really tight back there. He finger fucked her ass fast as he continued bite her clit and he felt. “I was bored today and did a little snooping, I found your diaries and pictures. Please don't be upset, I wanted to know more about you, last night you intrigued me so.”Still I was unable to speak, wishing I had put in those sliding doors to open the shower to the deck, the window being to small to climb through. “Don't judge me on those, it was a long time ago, I was a different person.”“Judge you, I wish I knew you then,” she sounded like she was getting out of breath, with a touch of. Meanwhile, Dave looks at my paintings. He is standing at my last acquisition when I hand him a glass of white wine. "Beautiful," he says briefly. "I recently bought it from a Nigerian artist in Antwerp. He personally delivered the gouache. I won't tell Dave that it took all afternoon.We are going on the balcony. The weather is beautiful. My balcony is facing west. The evening sun is warm. We talk about a lot of things. I can't keep my eyes off Dave. He looks great in his white shirt and light.