I know I'm married, and I know that I shouldn't look..but he's so fucking attractive, that I just couldn't help myself. I purposely leaned over to giv... him a tantalizing view of my cleavage (I consider it my best asset) and when I saw his hand rub his crotch over his jeans, I knew I had him hooked. I gave him a knowing smile and gestured to my watch while holding up 5 fingers, then sauntered away to get the rest of my plan in motion, leaving the blinds and curtain open. I guess I should mention. When she had scored it with herfoot, it had left a flawlessly crisp impression behind. Fascinated, that is where she had staked a claim to her section ofbeach.It had not taken long to roast under the hot Florida sun. She couldclearly remember being burned, but not until it was far too late to doanything about it. In years past, her mother had always insisted shewear a shirt over her suit. That year had been different. All of theother girls on the beach had bikinis. She was older now and she. That was John's case. My wife said he had a good sized cock but when she called him to try and hook up again he politely declined because his nerves couldn't take it. She took a job hostessing at a nice restaurant once. She was required to wear a nice dress and pantyhose to work. I told a friend of mine named Tim about her job, I knew Tim had the hots for her , I've seen him checking her out at our pool. Well it worked, one morning as I was getting ready for work my wife was talking to me about. And he, again, would take a step back, pick up the paintbrush with impressive calmness and sit behind his easel. I guess I am an exhibitionist, because I become very sexual when I pose for him. I cannot help it, and don’t know why. Whenever I see John, this most serious, intense and handsome man concentrating so hard on painting me as I lie down as still as a mouse, I would become consumed by dirty thoughts. My pussy would become swollen and wet. John knew this, and used this knowledge to.