.”She touched his face and he stopped speaking.“Cal, if I take that money from you it would be like a payment for all we did together this weekend... It would be something given for something gained. That’s not how I want it to be. I would lose this nice feeling. I don’t think I would ever find it again.”She stopped speaking and Cal didn’t say anything back. He was just staring at her.“I never even knew enough to want to feel like I do right now. You gave this to me, Cal, and I’ll never forget. "That made him blush, which is something I've always liked to see a man do, because it tells me he has feelings that make him more human. Of course, he tried to protest like he'd done earlier, saying that he was the one who owed me, rather than vice versa, but I wasn't buying it.Instead, I got a pie server out of one of the drawers (I knew where most things were in his house, since we were good neighbors, and spent lots of time in each others homes) and a platter out of an overhead cabinet. It. Noticing in the reflection that Jeff was holding the camera still filming the episode I again clowned for the lens, turning and looking directly at it, gleefully exhibiting my cum-covered features. “You’re nasty.” My husband opined. “Please wait. Don’t wash it off yet!” “Do you want to go to dinner with your semen all over me?” I asked rhetorically. “I have an idea.” Jeff exclaimed. “I’ll follow you to the reception area with my camcorder and you can ask the concierge for some Kleenex.” “Oh. And cop heaps she did and on every get together we had hence 10 years of James. The second meet was far more intense, 4 hour sessions in the motels or hotels where Monica was fucked good and proper. We got to know and become comfortable with each other that all inhibitions gone as Monica was James's perfect fuck meat toy and I freely jerked off to watching my wife being the perfect slut with her bull. We got together on a weekly bases to start with but soon became too routine, the charm of.