She assured him then that she would be perfectly fine until he comes home in the evening. They exchanged the vows they make daily before he was called...away once more and she was in the tousled sheets once again, conjuring the unbidden image of his prow at its full, unbridled pride, sliding between her fingers and into her luscious mouth. She licked her fingers, one by one; index, middle, ring, little and paid particular attention to her thumb and she swore she could still taste him there, where. I had no idea how to get you past ‘umbrage’.” She wriggled against me. “Davey, jealous is okay. I’d be jealous too if the shoe was on the other foot, I’m sure; if you were in intimate poses like this, with sexy women touching you. But it’s a photo shoot; they’re not engaging in foreplay leading up to sex, and we won’t be either. All we’d be doing is moving from one pose to the next, and then the next, with a photographer giving us direction and probably an assistant or two in the room handling. Then I went close to her and kissed her cheek and then her lips and she also responded positively so I moved my hand towards her breast and started pressing her and smooching her. Then I broke the kiss and asked her figure and she said 36 30 36.Then I removed my t-shirt and made her totally nude and started sucking her right breast and at the same time pressed her right breast. She started moaning loudly and then I shifted to her right breast and started sucking it and pressing the left breast. I wasn’t sure what to do with this find. Crumple it up and put it back? Throw it in the laundry? Well, that was absolutely not what I was going to do with it.I started by smelling it. There was a staleness to it, the staleness of a month’s worth of cum. How many times had Bobby shot onto this shirt? Or used it to wipe the remains of a strenuous jack off session off his athletic stomach? I smelled it again. It was irresistible to me. And then I did something I never would’ve imagined I would do..