I looked up at the screen. It was the last photo. Celia’s husband jerking his cock to send a jet of cum on to my wife’s tits. “Oh.” Celia’s ...eaction didn’t suggest disapproval. Attuned as ever to the mood of the moment, Mel took Celia’s hands in hers and urged her to her feet. After only the briefest pause, their arms encircled each other and their mouths met. I could see that tongues were involved, but soon my attention was elsewhere. Clever Mel had manoeuvered their clinch so that Celia had. He grew up in Croatia, according to him, and claims they were cut off for raping a girl or something. It looks weird. His face, you can just see sort of, skin, then teeth. He carries around a water bottle all the time with him, always wetting his mouth. Dribbles like a motherfucker too… sorry pardon the french.’ ‘Jesus Christ,’ Roger muttered ‘That’s awful.’ ‘ He dropped out of communication after Calebs place. I showed the police commissioner the tape. I revealed who I was. It didn’t go. He was nervous about what Helen would do and he was also aware of the attractive sex therapist sat next to him. They were not touching but he could feel the heat from her body, heat that was beginning to arouse him. He guessed that she was in her mid thirties and although there was no wedding ring on her finger he knew that with a body like hers there would be a man in the background somewhere. After a short while Liz glanced at her watch and told Helen that her five minutes were up and she. I kept chafing and chafing for a few more minutes until my penis felt raw, while she took my hands and cupped them against her breasts which my fingers grabbed hard, pulled and twisted on the nipples. A moan sounding close to a cry of pain came through her lips, the hips moved faster, while at the same time her inside got wetter. The sensation from down under became moister then moistest and I let her orgasm, feeling the sap of her vagina pouring around my penis like a tropical rain which made.