She went to turn her head out of instinct, but then remembered what he had told her. She settled in and tried to be nonchalant but was convinced that ...she had been seen and possibly even heard. She began to blush more and sank down into her seat, almost wanting to disappear in her seat so that no one would know.Moments passed and moments turned into longer moments. Soon forgetting the immediacy of how she felt as they were turned on and stopped, she relaxed and bit and pushed herself back up and. A thick terrycloth bathrobe and a towel were at the end of her bed, and they smelled like sweet soap, indicating she had showered before getting into bed. Her clothes were also on the bed, with her black nylon panty and bra on top. I picked up the bra and found I had been right...the cups were slightly padded as I had suspected earlier outside. I walked back over and removed my sweatpants, allowing my throbbing penis to escape. I checked once again to see if she was sleeping, and got not. No . . . It all for fun only.W: Don’t pretend. I saw you many times looking at my brother’s wife with lot of desire. Yesterday you struggled a lot to some how peep into her cleavage. You were watching her heavy and sexy buttocks while she was walking. Am I not correct. . .?Me: (silent)W: Don’t worry. I can understand you. If you want I am ready to cooperate.Me: You mean . . . !W: Yes of course . . . There is nothing wrong in swapping if both husband and wife are one mind.Me: No . . . . Not. Halting his motion, he turned to examine the monitor again. His back muscles tightened due to tension. Staring at the monitor, he caught the movement once again. He relaxed as he recognized the outline of a doe. Watching the doe, he grabbed his cup and took a sip of his coffee grimacing at the taste of one too many coffees for the day.Time passed slowly for the men waiting for something to happen. George checked the monitor for the house next door and saw Anita slipping through the front door.