But I’m not. Back to Bob, he took a step closer and did nothing; I still had my eyes on his cock-head then I looked up to him and with his eyes he ...estured for me to remove the one item of clothing between us. I closed my eyes briefly and said a little prayer. I opened them and looked straight at his peeking head. I took hold of both sides of his boxers and started to lower them. I did not want to hurry this moment; I wanted to savour the first glance on this tool. I lowered about two inches. "This is going to sound crazy, but first can we head down to the basement?" She said, and I'm slightly confused but just said sure and she turned around to guide me to the basement and I snuck a glance at her ass, and it was nice and curved hugging the shorts. We went down to the basement and my confusion was raised when I saw that the floor has been lined with mats and a camera had been mounted up on a tripod by the far wall. "Sabrina, what is it you want me to help you with?" I asked looking. I suddenly remembered my plans for tonight was to fuck the hell out of my wife before Ben had got it the mix. I said the command, come in and sit. Gwen started to turn but froze and stared straight ahead. I shut off the shower and stare at my wife. After nineteen years of marriage and two kids she didnt like bad for a football mom. Her full tits sagged slightly but her nipples thick and plump and jutted out when they were hard. Gwen hated that her nipples were so clear visible when they were. To give her some privacy, I went to get something for us to eat while Theresa took a shower and got herself situated. There was a bar within walking distance, so I headed that way. I ordered a couple of burgers and fries to go. I enjoyed a cold beer while I waited. When I returned to the hotel about a half hour later, Theresa was showered and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. We quickly devoured our food, barely speaking. Theresa offered to get some drinks from the vending machines while I took.