Fred humped his wife’s face as the fact that she brought out the video camera only made it more exciting. She slowly stroked her husband’s hard di...k as she stared up at him and then looked over into the camera, “I finger fucked myself while waiting for you baby!”“Did... ,” as he felt his cock swell even more, “Did you record it?”“Uh-huh,” the married woman replied seductively. She then relaxed her throat and took her husband’s prick into her throat time and time again.She felt her husband’s. But unable to taste a morsel. It’s only been a week, yet the days seem to go by like years, waiting. ‘I hope he can write soon,’ thinking to myself, looking over the dessert trolly parked all too close to my corner table. The stout waitress, hovering over me asking, ‘Would you care for anything from trolly dear?’ ‘I’m sorry, did you say something?’ I say eyeing the older, heavyset woman. ‘Yes, would you like anything from dessert trolly?’ ‘Oh, no thank you. I’m fine, but if you have a nice. That's not healthy to keep brooding over her," he said as he got up and patted me on the shoulder.We had just been set up on the lane computer by Donna who had tapped away at the console next to the chairs and I was the last to go – Donna, Ray, Sarah and then Andy. "So who is she then?" Ray asked as we waited for Donna to catch up and tie her laces.I sighed. "I'm not going out with her, she is not my girlfriend." OK, I get that. Who is she? Is she eighteen? Has she got a boyfriend?"I thought. His office is about 7-8 minutes from my apartment, but probably double that during rush hour, so when I got his email, "headed your way", I prepared for a very long 20 minutes of anticipation. I paced the apartment back and forth, constantly checking the peep hole and occasionally stroking my flaccid cock, reminding myself that it was almost game time. Finally a soft knock, and I could already feel myself responding. I opened the door and he walked in, typical attire of jeans and tshirt. He.