But I couldn't condemn it. I found the whole idea hugely exciting. In fact, though my wife didn't know this, I had frequently masturbated, late at nig...t, after my wife and gone to her separate bedroom, to the whole idea of that young, handsome black guy fucking that young white girl across the street (and with her own husband's apparent complicity)!In fact, I found the idea of my own wife being fucked by that same young black guy hugely erotic! I often stayed up quite late watching on-line porn. I could even hear her muttering some offensive language directed at the machine. She was so god damn beautiful. Glancing around I saw that enough of the reports Al needed me to collect were printed, collated and presented in the familiar company folders. Ahh, as efficient as always. “Melissa, are you having more trouble or do you simply enjoy pulling the companies equipment apart?” I careful watched as her body jumped to my voice. That sly shiver was running throughout her body. The stiffening. Charlie shut it down fast. I used my binoculars to see what I could find. Shit. We'd snagged some trash. It looked like a mini-sub or a survival craft, the kind they used on the oil rigs. I couldn't tell in the fading light so I hit the switch for the big working spot lights. It was a sub, bright orange. I yelled down to Charlie-- "We snagged a little sub! I'll get my gumby suit on and grab a gaff. Tie off the net to the stern, would you? I'll climb out and unhook our guest." He nodded and got. He asked her since how long are you effected, she said its been 3 or 4 days after asking few more questions he asked her to open her mouth and he inserted a stick which is used to see throat.Then he placed stethoscope on her back and asked her to breath heavily which she did, then he put it on her chest and asked the same after that he put it on her ripening breast and pressed a bit he asked her to take a deep breath, she was shy as he put the stethoscope on her breast but she took a breath..