She hugged us both energetically at the door. I shook hands with her husband. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and we drove home. The next day, Jenn... went out to do some shopping, leaving me home by myself. As soon as I watched her car drive away from the window, I waited 5 minutes in case she forgot something and turned around, and called Erica. “Hello!” she answered happily on the other end. “Hi Erica. It’s me,” I said, hoping she would remember her actions last night. “Oh hi! Hold on a. She had me in a spell and I wanted to pleasure her until she could not stand it anymore. My finger began to explore the area and I quickly found that magic opening. I let my gaze fall on her breast that were moving with her breathing and it seemed to make them more desirable than when I had first seen them. I let the tip of my finger enter her, then it was like a magnet and I felt as if I was being sucked into her. I must have been in a daze and as I looked back at her pussy it took me a. We could see you, too, and it looked like you were enjoying what you saw" - she blushed again at the realization we'd watched her masturbate - "and I can promise you that we liked what WE saw."At that last, she lifted her head completely, and with a surprised tone in her voice asked "Really?"I just smiled, and said "Really. I thought it was VERY sexy and VERY special to watch you - it brought me even more pleasure from making love with Diane."Diane spoke up, adding "I felt the same way about it. “Mr. Santangelo, thank you for this meeting. I'm Cricket Vaughn.” "Mrs Vaughn..." "Call me Cricket... I haven't been Mrs Vaughn ever, really. Cricket is fine." Stephano fidgeted in the big leather seat. "I can't call you Cricket.," he murmered. "I fuckin' hate crickets. When I was in the army I did boot-camp in Parris Island. Those bastard crickets kept me awake for seven fuckin' weeks straight... 'Chirp, chirp...' Bastards... You got a real name?" "You serious?" "Yeah... I'm always.