" He laughed and said not as much as he'd like. We laughed as I felt the water in the pool and admired its beauty. He told me I could swim anytime I l...ked. I said, ”Awesome, you got a towel I could use?” He pointed to a cabinet where he kept them and I turned and said, "I’d love to swim in your pool." This guy could have me anytime he wanted and I think he knew it. Of course, after my comment about him getting his dick sucked as much as he wanted, I think my feelings were fairly obvious. Still,. After cleaning up from my dinner, I started searching drawers. There were more pictures, some of them saved in photo albums. Most of the pictures were of isolated events – ordinary, everyday sorts of things. I saw my garden as it used to be. There were some silly pictures of me smiling and holding up each Ginny Bowers book in front of a store display, like some kind of super-fan. But then I found one photo album that stood out. Someone (I assume it was me) had made a scrapbook. It was titled. He practiced until he suddenly seemed to be getting thehang of it. He was walking out of the bathroom just as Jenny was coming backin."You started vacuuming just because you knew I was watching myfavorite show. You did that on purpose didn't you?" Think what you want, y ou are the one who told me I wasresponsible for keeping the house clean. Did you get all the weedspulled?" No, but I will get the rest tomorrow night!" She looked at him and saw the eye shadow. She didn't say anything.He knew he. "Don't cum someso soon!" I kissed his cockhead. "Such a beautiful cock," I purred. "Beautiful cock." I kept repeating that between licks and kisses."Hot damn, you're such a slut," he gasped out."Thank you," I said. I decided he'd waited long enough to grace mewith his cum, so I took him back in my mouth and licked and sucked, upand down his length, again and again. I took him out, and kissed andlapped at him like a popsicle, stroking him up and down with my hand,and then I took him back.