As I crept back under the covers, I discovered my wife’s ruse as she had only been feigning sleep. Her bulky hooded sweatshirt was off leaving her ...n a thin t-shirt and no bra. I also found my wife’s hand between her legs over her yoga pants.“Getting more comfortable?” I asked.“I was hot,” she whispered back with that pouty lower lip that I loved.I finished creeping in behind her on the couch and started to kiss the back of her neck while I pushed my now raging hard-on into her tights clad. I reached between her legs and felt her soaked bikini bottoms. I moved round between her legs and pulled the material to one side exposing her pussy. I lowered my head and ran my tongue over her lips savouring her taste. I licked harder forcing her lips apart and probed the entrance to her honey pot tasting her juices. I moved up and started sucking on her clit which made her moan. I slipped a couple of fingers into her wet cunt and started fingering her while sucking her button. By now. " I was worried that Jenny may turn up and find me not there. "You’re not going without having a dance with me. You can dance, can't you?" "Yes, I took dance lessons at school." I grabbed the can from the fridge and followed Allison out into the awning. It was quite large, as it ran the full length of the caravan. The far end was partitioned off into two bedrooms, which left a large area, where Hayley had cleared the table and chairs away to the side, so we had room for dancing. The tune that. There were two "studio rooms." Each had a full lighting set for portraits. There were props all over the walls on both sides. Stacked along the walls were various chairs, stands, and even a small dark loveseat. The racks contained all sorts of shawls, hats, scarves, and such. It was a little like a high school theater room.The camera equipment fascinated me. Glen knew all about the lens and the lighting sets. I was making small talk and trying to sound flattering, but what I really wanted was.