Jon was encouraging me. Telling me how sexy I was.Telling me what a naughty girl I was taking pictures forman I’d never met. It was all turning ...e on. We sat downand went through the pictures. We sent Dave 5. We got aresponse almost right away.He started off telling me how sexy I looked and howlucky Jon was. Then he went to each picture and told uswhat he liked best. He liked that I wanted to take picsand show off for him. He said he also liked my naughtyside. All this was too much. I. (they did end up divorced but for the reason he had to relocate for his job and she did not want to leave her family and friends). Barbara tells me to think about it for a week and we'll discuss it again on Friday. The next week goes by, normal usual Monday to Friday stuff, dinner, dishes, small talk, a little tv and then off to bed. Barbara does not bring up the topic once, nor do I. Friday rolls around and when I get home Barbara is waiting for me in the kitchen- she usually gets home from. "She watched him as she lowered her panties to the floor, watched his eyes admire her sex. His eyes were devouring her. It made her weak. He was pleased that she had pubic hair; it was trim and neat. "Someday, I'll have her shave it for me" he thought with a chuckle. But now he stood, in one quick movement lifting her on top of the piano. He pushed her knees apart, exposing her beautiful flower. She lay back, afraid to look. "Watch" he said.He inhaled her scent, and started to lick her gently,. She could tell from the bulge in his pants when he looked at her that he was pretty well equipped so when nobody else was home she took him to her bedroom. He enjoyed telling us all about how great the sex with her was. We met Beth again, about a week after the first time. Her parents werent home so we spent the afternoon drilling her in her bedroom. Last week we had heard a story about a woman who was always out in her car behind this bar giving blowjobs for $10. We thought it was just a story.