“Of course,” he said earnestly.“Okay,” she told him, and their fate was sealed.Ben grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. ... Trudy lifted her legs into the air, giggling as he removed her panties. He tossed them aside carelessly and she lowered her legs again, dr****g them once more over his thighs. Ben’s large, strong hands slid over her slender legs to her hips. He used both thumbs to massage her exposed pussy. She moaned. All caution was gone now. She was a c***d and. I undressed and lay there replaying in my mind those minutes in the toilet, when I suddenly remembered we both had recorded our fucks on my cam.I reached for it having decided to watch it and finger myself before going to sleep. I accessed the video's and could not find any recordings, 'Fuck, Fuck, fuck', I cursed myself and Julie, who probably deleted them in her revenge reverse recording.Eventually I started to doze off, exhausted and frustrated, and as I dreamt, my befuddled brain reminded. The blood has returned into her pale cheeks and produce a rosy glow. And her little breasts bounce happy in their elastic confinements. But a sudden painful jolt in her hip lets her moan and start. »Your knee is fine - but please let me see your hip!«, I say with the sincerity of a real doctor, kneeling between her feet again. I tell her that she may catch a cold in those wet swimmers anyway! She looks at me with some doubt in her sparkling eyes, but I just smile at her: »Common, don't be shy. In a sense, it was a form of industrial espionage, but only in the most discreet of ways and difficult to pinpoint even if suspicion was aroused.Claude was preparing to leave for the first party when his daughter Dominique came down the stairs in a short dress with some dangerous cleavage visible on top. It was not the dress that dismayed him; it was the liberal dosing of her female parts with her mother's expensive perfume that filled him with fears of her endangered virginity. The exotic.