We both know you want to," Jane said."Are you sure? That's so wrong, fantasising about you is one thing, wanking over you in the flesh is a different ...matter completely."As I stood there talking, Jane's hands were wandering over her body, gently rubbing her nipples through her bra, I could see them grow as she teased them. Her other hand slid down her toned stomach and she started to rub her pussy through her thong."Well you just stand there and let me enjoy the view!" She said, biting her lip. Buchanan won't be around to make you feel like a criminal for being yourself."Her eyes shuttled quickly to one side and she whispered, "Evelyn and Tasha are coming back." She gave my arm an extra squeeze and, looking down, she sent me a secret smile. "Thank you, hon."Within five minutes the cathedral-like walls rang out with the echoes of the departure announcement. Groaning and sighing, Martha and Evelyn and Tasha grabbed the baggage and we all walked to the departure gate at one end of the. Then where would we be?"I was leaning over, nibbling on his neck. I pulled back and squeezed his hand tighter."Happy?" I asked, hoping."I can live with that. I love you Andi, I always will. Need to hear it again?"I made him repeat it over and over until we pulled into his garage. We must have stayed in the truck five minutes, necking like kids at a drive in, before he practically dragged me into the house. He had my blouse off and my bra unsnapped before we were out of the kitchen.I was tugging. My brain is recording; click, click, click; like strobed still-photo memory shots of all my eyes see.I see very well, and can remember vividly. Most people are surprisingly unobservant. I’m a professional observer.Photography isn’t a hobby with me. Seems to me, a redundant and expensive hobby. I am a trained expert observer. My eyes are my camera.Who cares? Proud of my talents and skills, and my career, They made me a good income as a ship’s watch officer. I am always on watch and analyze.