I reached around and took a picture of my butt while walking to my car. I was contemplating sending it to Daniel, he must have decided that the time m... reply was taking meant I was mad.Daniel. R we good?I sent the picture.Daniel. You are TFA!Me. Why is that?Daniel. You sent me a picture of your behind.Me. What makes you think that was my butt?Daniel. Cause it was.Me. Have you been checking out my behind to know it from that little pict?Ooohhhh I had him there, his response took a while.Daniel.. She reached out and held my hands."And then, when you let me kiss you there, it takes my breath away, it is so exciting. It really does. I have to wait a moment, getting my breath back and then when my lips brush the hair of your pussy, I'm thrilled all over again. Just to feel that secret hair in your secret place, covering your secret mound and your secret pussy." I felt a shiver go down my back as I said it and recalled the experience."Okay, darling. Thank you. I feel better now." And then,. Repeatedly. The bastard. I’ve often had to go home and rub one out after his constant teasing. He’d keep telling me he’d change, not do it again, but each time he’d do it. Sure, he’d once in a while bring me to orgasm, but only after I was so teased that it wasn’t all that worth it. It wasn’t an all the time thing either. As I said, this has been going on for years, in between relationships for both of us. To be honest, I’m not even sure why I keep going back. I don’t know, I guess I kind of. I was kind of envious of the cheerleaders at the college having him all to themselves but I guess that was just the way of things when they put together a winning team.That weekend, I took a babysitting job with a new couple that lived up next to the interstate highway and I discovered the husband was a State trooper with his own squad car and everything. The sight of him coming home with his uniform and boots and the shiny handgun that was tilted forward slightly to allow him to make a quicker.