As I kissed her, she reached down with both hands and fondled my stiff cock. As we ended the kiss, I bowed my head to lift and suck on her nipples. I ...ondled and caressed her other tit as I licked, sucked, teased, and sucked some more. Her tits were at least 36DD’s and were a little pendulous and heavy. After all, no one can defy gravity. I maneuvered her to the bed and as she fell back she scooched up so that all of her was on the bed. I reached down and spread her legs. People would want to take your picture and interview you eventually. You can’t ‘get a design studio off the ground’ AND ‘stay out of the public eye’ at the same time! These have always been mutually-exclusive goals!”I turned to look at Helen.“Helen, Julie is an artist, and you are a fucking PATRON OF THE ARTS! Go out there and fucking patronize her!”As Helen processed the idea, Julie turned on the news, which was showing a picture of our house with the caption “Con-Hel in Secret Love Nest?” (I. “Did you do this?” she barked at me. “Honey, it is just your tits. No one will know it’s you.” “Sure. Right,” Kate said sarcastically. “Then why did you label the picture ‘my wife’? You promised me when you took those pictures that they were for us only. Also, this picture has two hundred likes and five hundred reblogs. Are you telling me that my picture has gone viral?” “I don’t think so,” I said sheepishly. “You in such trouble. You are going to pay a big price. I am going to think a. It had been quite a night.Saturday we had breakfast and went grocery shopping. She suggested we get a bottle of wine in case we got visitors. We never got visitors apart from our kids and that was very rarely. They had their own lives to live. We drove back home and Susan put everything away. I went outside in the backyard and mowed the lawn. It was only small so didn’t take long. We had lunch and I mowed the front lawn and Nature Strip and did some weeding. It was about 5pm by the time I.