"I'm sorry but what exactly do you want?" Miranda asked again."I need to know what you are going to do." Steve insisted."And what do you imagine I hav... in mind?" Miranda asked."Blackmail, report me to my line manager, why else would you spy on me." Steve asked."You really don't get it, do you." Miranda sighed."Get what?" he asked."I wasn't spying on you." Miranda insisted."So what was going on." Steve demanded."Go home and work it out." Miranda replied firmly.Steve reached across and grasped. ” I was still high on my orgasm as she stood and kissed me. I tasted myself on her. She smiled as she wiped my lipstick off her mouth and fixed her clothes. Then she told me that I had to leave first. I fixed my skirt and saw that my lips looked great still. I looked at her and smiled. “That was great, thanks.” She said. “I had a great time, see you later.” I went out into the arcade. I looked toward the front door and over the displays to see the husband coming back through the. Sometimes in the evening, we sit on our respective sofas and send messages to each other using WhatsApp. Not your normal messages, the ones we send generally contain more than one explicit image of us masturbating or doing something with our pussies or tits. The interchange can get steamy, but it’s all talk to get us riled up for the next masturbation session.It always makes me smile because I normally sit on the sofa with my husband in the chair to one side of me. Both of us watching TV and. Did they think we were going to get married?Way to kill the buzz, parents.Jasmine gripped my leg so tightly, I could feel the moisture being sucked out of the atmosphere. Especially any that had been gathering between her legs.As soon as dinner was over and we cleared the table, Jas grabbed her books and I took her home.“I’m sorry,” I said when we got to her house. “My Mom ... I can’t believe Dad...”“I know. Come in with me. Maybe we can at least make out a little, okay?”“You know I’d love.