And tight against what seems to be a clean shaved pussy. Holy shit this is awesome. Next pic was the one that almost ruined me. A pic of her holding a... sign in front of her face with one hand and giving the finger with the other. The sign reads...You can't have this. Man...why was she so angry?.As I am about to leave the site I notice on the bar at the top the section marked Live Cam Chat. What the hell...I've already wasted half my night here...what's a few minutes more....I click on it and. I thought he is watching TV.I woke up forgoing to toilet but my bed room door is closed from outside. I shocked and checked for my wife on my bed. For my surprise she is not there on bed. Then I went to the window which is nearer to next room window and tried to hear what is happening there.I shocked to hear my wife’s moans coming from that room. Really I got angry and thought of calling them. But I realized that if anybody comes to know it I cannot show my face to them.So I kept quite and. She was wearing another one of her bland, baggy sweaters and a pair of unflattering pants. Greg realized that in the entire time he had known her, he could never recall seeing her in anything else.Looking at Greg with an odd expression on her face, she hesitantly replied, "Umm....yes I did, thank you."After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Greg?" "Yes, that would be fine, Mrs. C," Greg replied, still looking intently at her.As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Greg gathered. I buried my mouth against her slit, firing my tongue on anything it could reach. Her hips rose and fell to meet me. When I glanced up the length of her body, her shirt was half off. One hand was holding my head to her clit, the other was pinching her own nipples. Maybe she was coming around on this whole process after all?She gasped with the smallest bit of discomfort when I moved up her body and slid my painfully throbbing cock into her. The warmth and wetness was like nothing we'd experienced.