"I have been outside in the mud, planting some new flowers," I lied. "Don't want to get you dirty." "Oh, a little dirt didn't hurt anybody," Stan said... as he moved forward again. Again I moved out of reach. "What is wrong with you?" Stan shouted. This time I had moved, so I was directly in front of my office. I quickly turned around and turned on the light. "I just wanted you to see your throne room," I retorted. I had taken still frames from most of the videos and cameras then printed them out. It was not an intentional act but the touching of hands had sent shock waves through my body. I did not move my hand and this seemed to be the invitation Kirsty was waiting on as she slowly begin to rub my hand with her little finger. After what seemed like an eternity we moved our hands away and nothing more was said but there was no denying it, things were different now.A few weeks went by when one day I threw my shoulder out at work. After a few days of bitching on my part my wife had had. I saw her pussy. It was wet. We went to the terrace naked. The cool breeze touched our naked body. She then started to take my thing in her mouth. I was moaning and saying please suck it hard. She then took my balls in her mouth and sucked them. After half a hour of sucking I couldn’t control myself and I came in her mouth. She drank all my juices and said: “Bohot tasty tha”. I said I am ready to give her more.She then sat on the terrace and widened her legs inviting me to eat her juicy wet. Shit... Oh, Shhiiiiittt... her full rounded breasts looked as though they were going to burst right out of her sweater. He had to see what they looked like naked. Visions of her cunt and ass washed through his mind. He had to see what her little pussy looked like... and her ass-cheeks... "Wellll, Johnny. Is this the way to treat a new girl friend? Or would you rather look at the pictures than the real thing?" she asked as she squeezed his youthful penis again and again in her warm, slender.