I had an idea, I got out my video camera and took it up to the vent in the attic and set it up on a tripod, aiming it at the trail leading to the perc...h and turned it on to the slowest recording speed (6 hours) and figured I would try this until I got tired of doing it. The next day I fast forwarded through the tape looking for someone going to the perch, and there he was, at 5:30pm my married neighbor was caught on tape sneaking to his hiding place. His wife works until 7pm and just before 7. I could use an older, almost parental lover, you see. A lover, parent, mentor, teacher, all rolled into one. Once the kids are born, though, it’s strictly husband and wife, of course. Don’t want to confuse our children, do we?” Denise teased him a bit as he slid into her delectable snatch.“That we don’t. But, yes, I like this ... very much. Being your uncle as well as your lover, that is, sweetie,” David assured his niece as he exulted in the silky, slick, slippery depths of her teenage twat. I think the second is more important. You have that. How can I?”“It is unfortunate that I met your brother before I met you. I was certain that I knew all about love back then. I know little about it now that I have experienced it.”“Would your certainty have been correct about me?” Anne asked.“There is that. It was not very accurate about me. I have a dear friend who tells me she fell in love several years into her marriage -- and fell in love with her husband. I have my own experience. My. "I don't know, I am no prude and we fuck three times or more a week, but that seems extreme."Her hand squeezed mine and her tone shifted just slightly as she seemed to give me a command. "Do it, Pam. Tell me you will try it."My submissive personality coming through, the alcohol making me willing to agree to almost anything, "Ok, I'll get John to fuck me on my rag." You are such a good girl," she purred, squeezing my hand that triggered an instant leak down below. "When are you on your rag?" As.