The microphone is next and finally I hear her soft voice asking if I can see and hear her. Yes I respond and study her image. I can’t help myself as...I type out what I see and thank her and admire her and want to know even more of her. She is almost eight years younger than I am, but eighty years more beautiful. She thanks me and doesn’t believe that I feel that way. I really do and tell her again. She is pleased that I think so and then on a whim, she pushes away from the camera and stands up.. She then asked me to turn around, as she will soap my front side too. I just turned without saying anything and she started applying soap on my chest. She went down to stomach and my excitement grew. Without any warning she caught hold of my penis in one hand and applied it soap with other hand. In her hand my penis grew to its majestic 8” and she had sparkles in her eyes. She then proceeded to soap my legs. During all this we did not speak at all to each other. She then asked me to wash of the. As usual, every time she thought about that night, a delicious shiver ran through her. "Yeah, I did," she replied smiling."I thought I saw you there," he answered as they stepped over the threshold of her room, his large, muscular frame filling the doorway.Suddenly nervous at what he might have seen, she tried to keep her voice casual as she asked, "Oh? Whereabouts?" She had her back to him, looking through the mess on her desk, trying to remember where she had put the disc."You were in the. As I enter the room, I can see you’ve made it into a beautiful midnight retreat. You guide me toward the bed and we slide onto the sheets together.I lay you on your back, slide my hands down to your wet, pulsating pussy. I feel your heat as I part your lips with my fingers and softly rub your swollen clit. I kiss your lips, and suck your nipple deep into my mouth. Your back arches as you place your hands behind my head and pull me deeper into you. I slide my fingers between your lips and slowly.