My hands are not bound, and I want to grab you and kiss you...but I sense that is not allowed.You take my hands and lead me over to one side of the ro...om. "Put your hands down in front of you," your voice has changed. This is a command, not a request. I comply, and my fingers touch fabric. It is the back of one of the couches. "Hmm, let me see what we have here,"You bend me over the couch, spreading my feet apart with your own. I can feel you slide a hand up the back of my leg, over the inside. Her tongue practically reaching the depths of my soul. She was gorgeous and I wanted her so bad. She moaned when I started kissing her neck. "I have a condom." My insides were trembling. I did my very best to keep my composure. I was about to pitch out of a bases loaded jam... She took my hand a placed it down her pants. I was rubbing her clitoris, and eventually worked my fingers deep in her vagina. She was soaking wet. In fact, so wet I thought she pissed herself. "Oh my god keep going! Don't. ”“Oh, I am happy about that but how?”“Jason will explain.” Jason was there with them and he took the phone from her.“You were told that while she lives with Kevin, you do not see her,” Jason said, “You could only speak on the phone.”“Yes, and that is what we have been doing,” I replied.“So how come there are naked pictures of her on her phone that she has sent you?”“Oh.”“It appears that while she has been living with Kevin; she has sent you a daily naked picture.”“Oh.”“I have counted twenty-six. The swings are covered with sun shades. I observed the swings, and the table. If we sit on both swings, we will be facing each other on center table, there were two beer bottles and two beer glasses with some snacks. We walked away on the lawn and occupied the swings on both sides facing each other. She opened up the beer bottle and filled the glasses. Both of us took up a glass and said cheers and started having it. She started talking about her husband like where she met, and how they are.