I think Sue was asking me to confirm the conclusion she'd come to from her earlier observation of the two girls. Susan hadn't had the advantage of pow...erful binoculars when she'd spotted them."Yeah, a tasty pair of binoculars, no mistaking it!" I replied, "And the telephoto lens on the other birds camera ... Jesus, tripod job, no mistaking that either! I can't understand how she managed to hold the bugger steady enough to take a picture of anything!" Age?" Barry asked."Christ, buggered if I. I have to admit I'm a little scared about this, but it's also, well, exciting. He'll learn a lesson and I get to have some fun.Gosh, well, I think that's all I have to say. I'll call again to tell you how it's going. --Friday, 11:17 AMWell, Denise, we are in the car, driving by Springfield, and he is asleep as you said he would be. I think he was kind of surprised when he saw how elaborate the costume was, but I was in my costume first, and kept laughing as you suggested.He asked about padding. I put on a little more chapstick as i was just sitting there with my eyes closed thinking how sexy I felt. Part of me wanted to put my black high heels on walk right out to where ever Mac was in the house and demand his cock down my throat but I knew i was way to shy for all that. I put my heels on then the last thing I did was (As was our ritual when i was ready.)I put on my black blindfold but this time careful of the wig stood there for a few moments feeling so scared and sexy and I fumbled. Unbeknown to me, because she never said anything, this behaviour was beginning to become an issue for Clare. She was increasingly left at the high point of arousal without the cock she needed to bring her to the orgasm she longed for. I was invariably spent, shagged out by my own masturbating and not even in a fit state to finish her off with my tongue. Bizarrely she complained but I should have seen the how this was particularly selfish on my part – and the alarm bells should have rung loud.