While he gets her maneuver, being older, it takes him longer to uncoil from her as she does him. But, lying now, on an oil-soaked sheet side by side..., they each turn left into one another. Faces at their knees, they both wriggle “down” until faces and genitals match up. It might be the classic 69, except for the oil. It’s too good to pass up probing and pulling while watching. The filth is not in feeling but in watching. And, filth, frankly, is what finally makes you cum. They indulge.. Everybody’s mom used the same book. The little maternal chat was coming and I’d act “delighted to have these new mysteries so thoroughly explained,” per the script.It was hard to wind down after a birthday day, I realized after readjusting my pillow for the tenth time. Too many things to ponder. Maybe I should finish “Mystery of the Ivory Charm,” though I’d already figured out the ending before Nancy Drew did. If Mom’s already asleep, I could switch on my night light; if she’s still up, I had. The first I picked up must have uncovered the picture that now was in full view. I raised my hand to my throat as I looked at a picture of myself, which was taken when we had gone to Miami two years back, by the Great Miami beach with a yellow and green string bikini. I was horrified but very turned on at the same time. I could feel my clit pulsating in my jeans, and there was a definite wetness in my panties. In the bathroom, I heard the shower running, a cold shower I’d bet. And I decided to. The next day I went into our home and I planted the camera in our bedroom. I had a perfect spot that showed our whole bed and where nobody would ever see it. This camera was small and really neat because I could take the tape and zoom in and out with it if I wanted to. My wife was 5’4 and around 140 pounds. She was still a very attractive looking women as she had very nice size breasts along with a nice round ass. I didn’t think she would ever let this guy fuck her, but I could see why he was.