Ryan's nails lightly scratched against her softness. Ryan was in her, entranced, her reactions to her touch. A symphony of ecstasy; her body was the c...oir, the strings, the combined beating of their hearts offering an increasing rhythm of synchronized percussion. Each of Ryan's fingers played a different note on Dee's thighs, moving slowly toward the softness of her center.Her response was recognized, a silent wanting. Her knees slowly rose upward and outward, arms stretching over her head,. I was drawn right into them. Her thumb traced a line down my neck (I guessed following a scratch mark from our battle last night).The smile left her eyes for a moment “I am so sorry we fought last night,” her words soft and considered, “I promise it will never happen again.”“Please don’t feel bad I am as much to blame” I started my apology but she pressed her thumb over my lips to stop me.“All we will do now is make love, all the time we are together, it is love, and even apart think of me with. A knock came on the bedroom door. "Come in," I called, expecting to see the sexy teenager again.Instead, it was my cleaner, Pam, a very attractive forty-two-year-old brunette, who had been cleaning for me for over a year. She stopped as she saw me."Marie, what on earth are you doing," she asked."Just playing, Pam," I sighed, "I am sorry, I forgot you were coming today." Well what is it Claire was asking me, about coming back to play with you?" she asked, not looking too happy, "was she telling. I reached for it having decided to watch it and finger myself before going to sleep. I accessed the video's and could not find any recordings, 'Fuck, Fuck, fuck', I cursed myself and Julie, who probably deleted them in her revenge reverse recording.Eventually I started to doze off, exhausted and frustrated, and as I dreamt, my befuddled brain reminded me all videos were sent to the 'Cloud', our crazy fuck sessions were in the cloud.As I slept sex was playing a big part in my dreaming, my poor.