I snapped a couple of photos and she took the phone and sent them to her husband. I sipped my water while we waited and she started to sit down in the...chair opposite me but seemed to think better of it and just stood beside it while we chatted some more. Finally her phone chimed with his response. He says you do good work but hed like 50 more strokes with me leaning on the coffee table like in the photos. How could I say no to that. She got in position but with her legs spread a little wider. "We're taking a real chance." It was your idea," he said. "It's not too late to find some sexy lingerie." Shut-up!" Eva rolled her eyes and opened her large shoulder bag, removing a recent issue of Paris Match. "Look. This is her." What's that?" Wolfgang sat beside his sister."It's an advertisement for lipstick," Eva replied absently. "It's her, yeah?" Yes," he agreed, taking in the full page glossy image of a woman's face. An amazingly beautiful face."Do you think she really looks like this?". She closed the car door and began to make her way, on wobbly knees, to the main entry of her house. Janet shuffled along while fumbling with her keys, looking for the one that would free the deadbolt. Beneath her breath, she cursed the keys for being so difficult. She also cursed her knees, the driveway, the sunshine, and that damn bird singing in the distance. To the outside observer, like the next door neighbor who watched her unsteady journey from behind his privacy hedge, she may have. I know how to delay and prolong her pleasure. Slowly I kissed my way closer and closer to her clit, yet avoiding it, pressing my lips to the vulva and the Venus mound, the lippy entrance and the delicate perineum, yet avoiding direct contact with the clitoris. I started feeling her impatience. How? Well, she didn't say much but her quivering of the buttocks, her pushy hands, her sighs and grunts disclosed her readiness. So, I dived! Man, did dive. From that moment on it was a question of.