I could see him turning red as if he'd been caught in something he shouldn't have been thinking or doing."Yeah, you did. I don't mind though," I said ...as I took a long slow lick down the side of his cock, picking up the frothy white of his cum with the flat of my tongue, "if you were thinking about her while I was sucking you ... well ... I ... I kind of like it actually." You do?" he asked, the red slowly fading from his face."Yeah." I slowly dragged my tongue up the other side of his cock,. " Your shirt is wet too. You'd better take yours off too." Very funny, butthead." I took the shirt, rinsed it and wrung it out good. I stepped out on the back door and put it in the southern sun to dry."Chicken," he said when I came in."That's right," I said and turned to the fridge to find something to make sandwiches with. I gathered the stuff and took a long drink of the tea before I started."Your butt wiggles when you butter bread. Did you know that?" It answers why my husband used to love. Camera’s was one of his side ventures. He had placed 4 of them in his pool to try them out. They had Wi-Fi devices he could program to his computer to record all at once or just when something was in range. Tom was swimming around in his pool to try them out. After about a half hour, he thought he would see how they were working. In his office he accessed his computer and ran the soft ware. “Perfect. The clarity is great and I can remote zoom. The next project will be to make them rotate.” Tom. He did not remove his hand. Then slowly, like as if it were cotton, he started pressing my boob. After sometime, my resistance vanished and my body slumped. Then he turned me towards himself and said, “I have not seen breasts as big and beautiful as yours. When you walk in the corridor, they heave so beautifully on your chest, I always want to feel them and hold them.” On Wednesdays and Fridays, we wore shirt and skirt while on other days we wore tunics. That day was a Friday. Therefore, it was.