I stayed in their little guest room right next to the master bedroom and, after 'retiring' for the evening, Tom and Paula would sometimes have sex, fu...king like animals just feet away from me, often describing in very sexy terms (through the thin walls) who was doing what to who, who was gonna cum, and so forth. Of course I would masturbate, which was sort of expected...'Hey Bob, are you jacking off in there? Paula wants to know!' was a typical comment from Tom, and I would usually answer right. . I told her I know the feeling my wife had turned into a nun. She said we could help each other as she reached out and grabbed my cock she turned & kissed me with a passion. Before I knew it she had my cock out of my basketball shorts. She broke the kiss and had my cock in her mouth in no time. So I'm trying to get my hands up her shirt so I can rub her beautiful tits . She lets up long enough to unbutton her blouse and unclaspher bra . She was the 1st girl I had that could deep throat my dick. She did not believe in wasting time."Good morning," I said, "thanks for the good meal. Best food I've had in a long time." You're welcome," she said. "Well?" I slept on it," I said. "I heard you on Fox last night, on TV. You sounded pretty good." We were on our way to the NBC studios. Did you see the interview?" Nope," I said. "Missed that." I told him I had plans, that I was thinking about making some changes. I think they used about thirty seconds, and it took me more than an hour to get over. It was all I could do to resist the temptation to pull down my shorts and jack-off on the spot. But I realised that if Vanessa turned around she would see me. It was now that I noticed what Vanessa was wearing. Above she wore a pink lace-up, Victorian-style bodice. The laces were threaded but not pulled tight, something which I imagine would have been impossible for one person on their own. Below this she was wearing a white garter-belt and white stockings. This seemed a strange way for a woman.