It was then she stopped and reached down to grab her panties. I remember how sexy it was to watch her put them back on. I also was turned on by the fa...t that I could see the dampness transferred to the panties the second they touched her hairy crotch. But I would not be treated to that view for much longer.\There was no eye contact. There was no “goodbye”, nor a “good night, honey”. Instead, she turned and walked down the hall. I heard her continue to walk and several seconds later the hall. He said, "You told me you wanted to put your lips on my Dick, here it is". I looked at his Dick and said, "No I didn't, who said that"? Looking at his Dick. He then told me, to Suck his Dick or he would tell my brother that I wanted to see his Dick. Which one? I kept looking at his Dick as it got Harder, I got down on my knees and started to put my Lips on his Hard Dick. I was just going to kiss his Hard Dick and pull away but when I put my Lips on his Dick he held it there. Looking up at him. ‘Really Arthur! I didn’t say anything! And there is nothing wrong with not being a slut and not blowing every guy I meet!’ I yelled back. ‘Wow prude much?’ That one hurt. ‘You’re such a dick. And I’m not prude!’ I got up and started walking away. Then I got an idea to prove it. I walked back to him and ripped off his towel. His cock was standing straight up and hard. ‘Look I finally saw a cock. If you can even call it that,’ I told him coolly. I knew he would be hurt that I said that. I then. I had time to think about things on the flight home, when I wasn’t flitting between awkward slumber and the ministrations of flight attendants.The truth of the matter is that these years of Catherine making videos for me when I’m abroad, they’ve turned me into something of a voyeur. Even though it’s obviously my wife in those videos, performing for me, it’s almost as if it’s a different person. The distance created by the medium, the screen, almost makes Catherine two different people; the one.