As she writhed under his touch, she kept squeezing her nipples. He could see her getting closer to an orgasm as she moaned louder. Joe’s older brot...er had come home to pick up a change of clothes. He heard noises outside and went to say hi. When he saw his brother eating out a strange girl, he felt himself getting a bit hard. He took his phone out and began to videotape them. He began slowly to rub his crotch through his pants as he watched this girl arch her back into his brother’s mouth. . Salmon-pink curtains were drawn across tall, half-round windows. They formed bays, strewn with white, silver and pink pillows. Sweet girls in pastel colored outfits sat on them, giggling and gossiping, while sipping their pinkish colored drinks. The overall style was dollhouse kitsch — white furniture on spindly legs, a ceiling lined with stucco decoration and a myriad of pink stucco roses. The room screamed "Girlie" from the pink wall-to-wall carpet to the pink-and-silver striped upholstery.. I sat down and tried consoling her. She was embarrassed as I saw her in this state.I helped her sit on the bed and went into the kitchen to get a bowl of hot water to clean her wounds. She was thanking me for doing this. I asked her if I should call the police and inform them about this, she panicked and asked me not to do anything of such sort. I was taken back at this and she sensed it after she saw my face. She apologized and explained the situation.She and her husband had a love marriage,. ..”“One thing I’ve learnt from our experience and from my conversation with Helen is that you can never know what really goes on in other peoples' sex lives. Who knows what really goes on in the privacy of their bedrooms and who knows what is really going on in their heads?”Anthea remained silent.“I think we would be surprised at the extent of similar things happening in the average couple’s life,” Jack said breaking the silence. “Take a look at your family. Three couples and two of them have.