“It’s just so unreal! I don’t know what’s happening anymore. I mean, it wasn’t two months ago I found out my husband isn’t just a soldier,... he’s got a whole secret life, like in a comic book! He has lawyers and accountants and brokers and who knows what else! I don’t know what to think!” Charlie fussed a little and she lifted him up from his stroller and started digging out a bottle. “It’s like I just found out my Clark Kent is somebody else.” She looked over at me apologetically.I reached over. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I stepped closer to her, and she sat up, her hand reached up and grasped my shaft, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for firmness. Her hands were soft and warm, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingers from the tip to the base. I stepped even closer. "Kiss it, go ahead, don't be afraid, it's OK". She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the underside of my cock, just below the knob. One kiss, then a second. This was seriously hot, a woman I had only met and now I am taking photos of her hairy fanny. She finished her phone call and gestured for her phone back, fiddled with it and handed it back to me. It was set on video and she started to run her fingers through her hairy bush before rubbing and stretching and massaging her fanny lips. She used both hands and pulled at her lips before running her finger against the inside walls of her pussy, she certainly knew how to tease and seeing her playing. Well, I still had agency, didn’t I? I still could make choices. I wanted badly to just go home and do something else for a while. Twenty-four hours of sexual intercourse, without even having a drink with one of those ladies, seemed beyond what the human mind could handle. On top of that, my underlying feelings of loneliness had not been reduced in the slightest.I restrained myself on the trip back home. When I was about to enter my building, I met the pretty super’s daughter and her plump.