"She tried not to slur her words, but even to her own ears, her words were a dead giveaway of her condition. She struggled up to a sitting position, p...ulling her skirt down over her thighs. Her ass was still bare against the couch. The feeling made her cunt quiver. She was afraid to look the boy in the face again. She waited for him to say something. When nothing happened, she looked up timidly.On Dick's face, she saw the same helpless arousal she had seen in the eyes of the plumber boy, Frank,. Can you believe we actually believed that crap? It’s hard to look back on all of it now without feeling a little embarrassed. By the time Watergate flushed the system all we could say was something like ‘See, we told you so…’ Anyway, what’s that old saw? Things fall apart, the center cannot hold? That was the sixties, in a nutshell. Moving from the heightened sense of the possible we found at rallies and teach-ins to the corporate sensibilities of Orange County was, in retrospect, the beginning. He said I could have everything in what they called their Cheating Spouse Spy Kit for under two hundred. I scrimped and saved on my meals on the road for the next week, and saved up the $200 for the kit. They did tell me that, for an extra hundred, I could wire the bedroom for video and sound that would record to the same recorder. All the items were wireless, but I would need to change discs more often as the bugs were sound activated, and the video was motion activated. I told them I might be. Her legs separated and her knees drew up on each side of my hips to cradle me in our joining. I tentatively withdrew a few inches then slid back slowly savoring the luxurious feeling of Mary's clasping pussy. Mary's hips began rocking, making me slide in and out, urging me to get busy in the superior position."Harder Steve. Faster. Yeah that's what I need. Faster."Any able guy feeling a pussy clutching his dick, feeling the soft breasts and hard nipples against his chest and hearing those.