I was lying back on the bed, thinking dirty thoughts when she walked in wearing a new outfit:"What do you think then?" She twirled around, looking in ...he mirrorThe skirt was micro, and the white top made her tits stick out like they were defying gravity. I imagined her walking into a bar, and it falling silent with guys staring at her.She looked me waiting for my reaction, "Don't you think it's clever, its called 'secret support.' I don't have to wear a bra with it."Now I was feeling horny.. All of Ashley's attention to my previously deflated cock had it flying high once again and I was hoping to slide it into that hot, tight, ass of hers. I figured that I would have a better shot if I made her cum at least one more time so I sucked her clit into my mouth and began rubbing my tongue hard against it. It is quite amazing the effect that stimulating such a small area can have on the human body and amazing it was.Ashley pushed herself up just far enough to drop my cock and started. "Prints?" I asked disingenuously."Fingerprints," he snapped.I looked down at my hands curiously. "I didn't know that could be done," I said, deliberately misunderstanding. "Has plastic surgery become that advanced?"He glared at me. "The records, not your fingers," he said. "You changed them, didn't you?" How would I do that, sir?" I asked politely.He heaved a weary sigh. "Jack, it's just not good enough," he said. "I know it's you. Your wife admits who she is, how about saving us all this. I didn't think she was trying hard enough, but maybe that's just me." There is probably a picture of Mary in the back room of every restaurant in the greater Los Angeles area," Sean said. "The poor girl probably saw who sat down at her table and went into hysterics."Walt laughed and shook his head."Probably true," he told his friends. "But I think the new additions to our group have been good for her. They are so even-keeled, you know. I think Mary realized that if anyone has a right to be.