" My wife left. Whew!Brittany turned and looked at me with her naughty smile. Without saying a word she put her manicured hand on my stomach and light...y raked my abs with her pink fingernails, mere inches from my obvious boner. I looked at her with smoldering eyes and took her by the hand. "This way. Follow me."I opened the door and peeked outside. The coast was clear. I led Brittany across the hall and into my daughter's room, where there was a full-sized bed covered in stuffed animals. I. But today, in person, it seemed ok. At last, their conversation petered out, and they sat, side by side, quietly, listening to birdsong and tree frogs. The passion she had felt earlier had burned down to a glow, and she had banked it, wanting to keep it close to her and not let it die out. But it flamed again, despite her efforts to control it, and she leaned toward him, holding his face in her hands and kissing him a second time, this time letting her mouth linger on his. Her lips brushed his. My cockhead was always past her throat and she had developed a technique of gurgling so that the ripples of her throat muscles stimulated my cockhead. I could take charge anytime I wanted and ram in deeper and fuck her throat so that I could, as I loved to, ejaculate straight into her stomach. That was the position she was in this morning.With her juicy cunt in the vicinity of my face, I could not but help turn my head and look at it. We had been fucking, sucking, licking, fingering each other. It didn't take a genius to work out what they weregoing to do, once she placed a half-cup bra up his arms and fastenedround him.She then proceeded to pluck his eyebrows into a very fine line,arching above his eyes. Next she got out what looked like anelaborate painting kit. She started with a sponge, wiping what herecognised was a cosmetic foundation over his face, highlighted witha blush on his cheeks. She painted his eyelids pink, every stageconsisting of several coats, then glued large.