Following on from that unbelievable, surreal event, I have only managed to relive the story in my mind, as Clive has been out of the country and my wi...e felt a little embarrassed about the fact that a lifelong friend had fucked her husband whilst she frigged herself senseless 'live on skype'!However, things were soon to change as Claire was due back from the States and Clive was also returning from his travels. To say that my mind was racing as to the prospect of a repetition of those. By this point I'd thought we'd finished but we carried on chatting and eventually exchanged our mobile numbers which I'd never done before and was nervous to do so. From the chat I'd found he was from Manchester which from Exeter is quite a fair way away. We then both said goodbye logging off, I thought by this point he had his fix and he wouldn't contact me so I discarded the number. A few days later however I receive a picture message of him thrusting his cock with the message "I'm thrusting. He busts his ass but he makes good money. Back before I left last winter, he started building a house on a beautiful lake-shore lot. I saw an architect's drawing of it; it's really gonna be awesome." That's still quite a pile of mail," Scooter observed. "Did you get anything else?" It's mostly stuff from the Alumni Office at Northern, and like that," she shrugged. "Oh, and a 'hope you're doing fine and I'd like to hear from you' from my mother." I take that to mean things aren't going any. She carried a towel in her hand which she carefully laid down on the seat in front of her dresser before sitting down. She took a comb from the top drawer of her dresser and ran it through her still-damp hair. Sally returned the comb to its place and stood up, picking up the towel she'd been sitting on.Sally went to her desk, laid out the towel again and sat down. From the desk drawer she took a ruler and several different coloured pens. She put the ruler down parallel to the edge of the desk.