I’m a high school student for God’s sake, not some sort of spy.”Michaels nodded, but Samuelson frowned.“I still find it hard to believe you ca...e up with all these ideas. You visited Europe last summer. Did you meet with anyone in their automotive industry during that trip?”This was getting a little ridiculous. “No, and I had already filed almost a dozen patent applications before taking that trip, so it’s not very logical to think that I could have gotten the idea from someone over there, even. I now know for sure that it’s the guy I thought it was, as I’ve made a point of surreptitiously watching him as Bev and I are playing. I’ve watched him behind the partly lowered blind, moving to get a better view, and I reckon that it’s definitely a phone he’s filming us with. Although the guy (and his wife) has been living with parents in the house for about a year, I’ve never actually spoken to him…I have chatted with the old guy a few times but never the son…..until a few evenings ago….hence. Then I eased a hand down between her legs, feeling her pussy through just her silken panties. She was warm and moist to the touch, the dampness of her arousal soaking through the thin silk. I rubbed her firmly, gliding my finger up and down the slit of her sex, paying careful attention to her clit.Oh, god!” she called out over and over as her body quivered from my strong touch.”Mmm, parul! You feel so good to me!” I answered. I want to give you so much pleasure!”Oh, yes! Pleasure me! I brought. I was pretty loyal and hadn't cheated on my husband in any way except to flirt every now and then with one of our married friends just to break up the monotony. I was fairly certain that Ronald was screwing different girls at the office because he started coming home with lipstick on his collar and sometimes even on his jockey shorts with the unmistakable outline of lips right on the front of his briefs. It was like he didn't really care if I knew or not because he stopped trying to hide his.