OK he said and unlocked the door. I sat down on the commode next to the sink and caught a quick glance at his dick. It was soft and only about 4 ...nches right now. I sat there acting like I was trying to take a shit and doing a convincing job too. I just began looking at his dick full time. He looked at me and said "What are you looking at?" I just looked embarrased and downed my head and said in a quiet voice "Uh, I was just looking at your thing. I've never seen anyone else's. This is how Andrea explained what happen after I left. I was calm with the whole situation until the door closed behind my husband. Then all of a sudden it dawned on me that this was not just one of the stories I told Greg, but this was real! Trembling, I asked Andy if he would like something to drink. His reply came nervously quick, “Yeah…Gotta beer” “Sure. Let me get it for you.” I handed him the beer. He was sitting in the recliner that was Greg’s. " Your "past" is an adjective, a preposition or...' My eyes glazed over. 'You're mixing your tenses again too. That "don't remember" should be "didn't remember". See?' I double-glazed over. She shook her head. She was doing lots of that. 'Let's leave it there and I'll get on with what I'm being paid for. I've been here nearly half an hour already and I've barely cleaned anything.' I'd been upset when she'd shook her head. I wanted to impress her, so struggled to think of some better way of. I squeezed the breasts with both hands and ran my hands all over my body from the neck down. Unable to bear the heat I was on, I wrapped the towel again and slowly opened the door. He wasn’t there. I slowly stepped out, and peaked at the bedroom. He was sitting before the computer, still naked. The monitor displayed porn pictures. He was watching porn picture galleries. I went up to him slowly from behind. I put my arms around his shoulders and felt his hairy chest. He looked up behind. I.