I pause the recording and begin playing it back. The appetizer is a bit shaky and it’s difficult to see much of the action, so I skip forward a litt...le. Once I propped the camera up on the bed and got down to the main course things got much better, ample footage of me going in and out of her hot wet passageway, wetting my shaft with her sweet juices. I’m sure he’ll love watching this, I hope so or there wasn’t much point in me videoing it.She finally comes to her senses and sits up, water in. She knew it was a shameless offer, playacting, a tease that she would do the same for him, that her mouth was ready for him next. Amazed at herself, she opened her robe. She stood there for just that moment, her heart galloping, smiling back at him and surrendering to his eyes, allowing him to see her with her robe open, her proud breasts out and the triangle of her sweet bush bare. His eyes devoured her and the pace of his hips increased. She had a glance of the woman’s face, lovely. "It's true," Liz said, her eyes alight with glee, "Sarah told me this morning."That, I thought, was what I got for dating a friend of Liz's. I said nothing and ate quietly. It was awkward, and I avoided Annie's eyes. Still, she paused, then cleared her throat and tried to smooth over the situation."Liz, leave him alone," she said. "Mike, honey, are you alright?" Yeah," I said, meeting her eyes. She looked sincere and concerned, unlike her bitchy daughter who was grinning. "I guess it just. Never in her life had she been able to talk to anyone so freely, with such carefree abandon, about her breasts. The 'pair' had never, ever been a laughing matter. The other girls had always hated her and made fun of her. She had no girlfriends. All the guys wanted to do was see and feel her tits. They did not care about her as a person at all. She got the distinct impression that John was appreciating more than just the two huge appendages on her chest. True, John made no bones, well one bone,.