“Start at the other end, then.” Adam supposed. “It’s the only thing I can think of.”“Here goes nothing.” John braced and pushed the octa...on.Instead of the barely-audible clicks they’d heard when Adam activated them, this time the button remained pressed, flush with the mural around it now. John made his way down the line, pushing them into place in sequence. But after doing the oval last, nothing else happened.“Damn.” John grumbled. “I thought for sure that would work.”“John.” Adam pointed at. My young wife was delighted that at last our home would be fully protected from fire and theft. Over the Christmas holidays I spent my time wiring out the house and fixing the I.R. motion detector in all rooms and I used the two special ones that contained the cameras, in just two key places, the bedroom and the bathroom. I wired it all back to my basement den where I installed the twin recorders and small colour monitor.In the back of my mind I had another agenda, one that I've keep secret. Standing on the sofa, she straddled Claire and guided her mouth to her moist pussy. Claire lapped up the vodka like she was dying of thirst, and Hannah’s face was a picture of contentment as her labia was given to Claire’s total attention. I watched, fascinated by the pair of them. Hannah glanced at me and invited me to join them. I moved over to the sofa and gently caressed Hannah’s beautiful arse, playfully dragging my fingernail over her hole and then giving her cheeks a playful smack. Then. She stood. She leaned back against my car, put a long leg up on the bumper, and began twirling her clit with her finger tips. The sound is unforgettable. Who knew wetness could make that sound. She took my already slick cock and nudged me toward her. I took the shaft, guided the head to her clit and her wet pussy, and teased her. She gasped. She kissed me. I kept doing it. I wanted to go down on her, but she whispered "Oh my God, fuck me please."I haven't had all that many women in my life, but.