Doris, my wife, is the romantic, perhaps that is the problem an ancient incompatibility finally coming to light.Here I am with my wife's iPhone at 2 a...m. in the little downstairs study we normally share. I borrowed the phone from the table by her side of our marriage bed. It is the only time it was available. She never leaves it out of her possession. She like most modern day women goes nowhere without her phone. She spends more time on it than any other single activity. It is within her reach. Her hair was neatly trimmed and I thought I could see a bit of her pussy lips but it might have been my overactive imagination.My attention was abruptly drawn back to her breasts as she toweled around and under each one, jiggling those firm little mounds so tantalizingly that I almost wondered if she knew I was watching. I held my breath, waiting to see those delicate teen tits hang suspended from her chest when she bent over to dry her legs, but she surprised me with an even better. The girls started kissing again. Rya started moving down Sheri’s body, kissing her ear and neck. She then moved her mouth to Sheri’s breast and licked the cum from her body. Rya swallowed the cum this time and moved back up to kiss Sheri again. Very little was said after that. Sheri and Rya kissed for a few more minutes and Matt gave Sheri a kiss on the cheek before she started to walk back over to the railing. Sheri’s face and body glistened in the moonlight, still wet with Matt’s cum. I. Her parents trusted me with their daughter and perhaps they knew of budding desires. As I look back I believe they knew of Sue and me would be intimate but allowed us to grow. One day that assumption proved true. Sue and I spent evenings in her parent’s house watching TV, playing games, and just talking in a finished lower split-level room away from the adults. We spent hours together and learned how to care for the other emotionally and sexually. Her parents never check us without giving us.