Her breasts were... perfect. A little smaller than mine, but the shape. OH the shape. I'm touching myself right now as I type this thinking about them... The perfect roundness, the perfect consistency, the perfectly large nipples. I could write a dissertation about them - and I might- but not now. I ran my fingers softly over her tits, and leaned down and licked her right nipple. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned. I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard. She grabbed my hair. To anyone watching the watcher, I’m a creep at best and probably a criminal. The worst is getting caught by him, he either runs away deeper where I might lose them, or comes straight at me swinging trying to impress her. Luckily he usually has his pants down around his ankles. Lost her twice and she said she had no choice but go through with it, don’t like thinking about that. But we’ve learned to think quick, we can say more in a glance than most couples in a sentence, and I don’t think I’ll. I must admit Jim was smooth. First e relaxed her with kissing and light petting then he removed her shirt and bra and kneaded her tits with his hand as his other hand moved slowly up her leg to her sopping wet vagina. Before long he had two large black fingers deep into her cunt. I had my cock out stroking it gently as I watched secretly.Though Jim knew to look and saw me after a while. He discreetly gave me a thumbs up and he worked my wife. I was mesmerized as I watched him undress her. He. . I'd fantasized about it, but I never got that far.People didn't want to read my books. When I worked on getting published, those old-fashioned folks behind their big oak desks all said the same thing: you're too dry. You're too scientific. Worse yet... "can't you be a little more sexy?" That's the one that aggravated me the most. I wanted to keep my integrity. Being an author is a cruel business; it's not something that lets you squeak by on "good enough." If you can't move copies of your.