There was no point to worrying her needlessly.Even in the cold light of day I was still fairly certain it would be needless. Bolstered by Spook's asse...ssment of probabilities, I remained pretty confident that I'd seen the last of Estrada and his minions. If Estrada had the Carstairs file he'd know that everything pointed against me being Jack Heyward, from fingerprints to photos to DNA to eyewitness IDs, right across the board. They'd been persuasive enough that the Feds hadn't even tried to. ......please!" I smiled and duly complied.I gently breathed on her right nipple, she jumped at the sensation knowingthere was somebody there but not knowing who. I moved away from her andexamined the hot place between her legs. As I did I discovered why she wasso excited. From between her pussy lips trailed a cord with a loop in it.There was also an identical cord trailing from her puckered hole. Oncloser inspection I could hear a gently humming. Something was insidebother her pussy and her. I'll do anything..."I slid my soapy fingers around my thickening cock and stroked up and down. I was trying not to get carried away, but the images were so strong. I couldn't remember the last time such vivid images entered my mind. But somehow I did remember I wanted to get an early start, and jerking off in the shower would only put me behind the eight ball, time wise.So, reluctantly, I rinsed off and climbed out. Fifteen minutes later I was shaved and deodorised, and slapping my face with. Then her hands rolled down the front of her body to press the silk fabric into her crotch. His almost-forty year-old wife moaned loudly then rotated her hips against her palm. When finally she pulled her hand from between her legs, the fabric had a definite wet spot from her excitement. Partially for her husbands enjoyment, and partly for her own, Jen closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she began to enjoy her own ministrations. There was a snap for the lingerie, that Jen took advantage.