Betsy called me at my office on campus. "Got you on the first try!" she said. "It's that time of year when the phone number calling-sequences change!"...How 'you doin', coach?" Never mind me. I'm an old married lady. Same ol' thing, weak in, weak out -- you know the joke. The question is, how 'you doin'?" I'm doin' excellent, if not better," I said. I've got one more date with my Honey before she becomes an official coed, and probably takes up with some football hero, again." But the moonlight. " I knew he could hear me, and that was fine. "Please," Stella whispered, sobbing. With my free hand I slapped her hard across the nearest tit. It made a solid smacking sound. Stella yelped and gave a little jump on my lap. My cock got harder. "Take it," I said. "Talk to him, Stella." Her hand shook as she took the phone from me and brough it to her ear. "H-hello?" she got out. I tried to hear what Larry was saying on the other end, but I couldn't. "Yes," Stella. Jim had recorded each camera separately. Joe had not seen any of the new stuff and Jim had only seen small patches as he had burned the DVD’s. Both had surprises coming. The first camera angle showed the bedroom window, the bed, and the make-up desk behind it. The first surprise was how little sex their wives indulged in. They were often naked together in the bedroom but most of the time they were working on their nails or their hair or just talking.They did see Linda unwrap a present that. I creeped upstairs and could hear him fucking another girl. I was so proud of my son. The door was open a crack and I could see in. He was fucking her so hard, his cock so thick and his bush was so cute. She was having a hard time taking his cock, as he rammed her she was screaming in ecstasy/pain. She told him to take it out and that she could not continue. My son was disappointed as his cock was still rock hard....I don't know what came over me but I entered his bedroom. Both of them.