I felt her tongue probing my cunt. She did some things with her tongue that drove me crazy. I had to place my hands on the walls to keep from falling ...nd soon I started to feel the rise of my second orgasm.I assumed that after making me cum Odette was finished with me and would allow me to get dressed, but she turned me around. I had to place my hands on the wall in front of me, as she made me bend forward, causing my butt to stick out. Then she placed her hands on my ass cheeks and spread them. Maybe it had to do that we just fucked and she was holding allot of my cum in her. We both took some sips of water. Then Morgan took the bottle and spilled some water on her boobs, then said oops. I guess I have to clean that up as I went into lick her boobs dry. Some way after my boob job, we were back to fucking. She was leaning on the counter, and I was ramming her pussy from behind. We moved from the kitchen to the table. She hopped on and pulled her legs back. I held her legs as I went. " Well I do. It makes me feel secure and supported." What? Now you've lost me." Your loss," I said and got ready for bed.I put my new lingerie in my underwear drawer. Going into the bathroom I took my nightgown with me. I took a shower, put on mynightgown and put my hair into a braid. I came out of the bathroomput my clothing in the hamper and headed for bed. Brian who was stillstudying looked up in disbelief. "You're not going to wear that areyou?" Well yes I am. It's comfortable." With that I. I was spying on her.If my suspicions were correct, if I hadn't been discovered, bytonight I'd have gathered up all the evidence I needed to have it outwith her. To express all my pent-up indignation and rage and sorrowand mortification that she was seeing someone else, having sex withsomeone else, destroying our whole five years' marriage. Probably --though I dreaded it -- giving me solid grounds for a divorce. But now, even if it were true I'd lost all moral advantage. The truth was I was.