Can you see it? Squeeze, pause, squeeze, pause." "I think so. How can you be sure?" Justin was fascinated. Girls could do so much cool stuff. "We'll k...ow pretty soon. Either she's just innocently rocking her foot or she's going to climax. When she does, her thighs will clench down and she'll make some involuntary noise that she has to cover somehow. She'll fake coughing or a sneezing fit or maybe giggling. Keep watching." "So let me get this straight," Justin grinned, "some women fake orgasms. Paul and Michelle kept a pretty tidy house, and everything was clean and in it's place, but I couldn't see the lady of the house, so I moved on further into the house to find her.Passing into a living room, and then checking their dinning room I still couldn't see her, so I headed upstairs, and as I reached the first floor, I could hear movement from one of the bedrooms.I stepped towards it figuring she was probably inside maybe making the bed or something, and so I pushed the door open and. Brushing it out I could feel the curlyhair rest about four inches down my back. "There," she said, "theperfect look."Once my nails were dry she handed me a pair of black opaque tights andsaid, "Put these on, I don't think stocking's are in order for ashopping trip, and then go and put your other clothes on."Slipping into the stockings, taking care not to rip them, I padded nextdoor and put on the body suit and skirt. I could tell that they had beenwashed since my last wearing, the shoes I had. They hadn't said anything, or moved after they'd pulled apart. They could have been statues.I lay in bed that night, listening to my wife coughing occasionally in the dark, but mostly playing the kiss over and over while moving my hand quietly, tickling the shaft of my penis, using my thumb to rub my fluid in a circular motion around the underside of the head. I saw the movement of the brunette's hand, heard, "Yes, please." Were they worried about my catching them? I rubbed my slippery penis. I.