So I knew it was coming, did not expect the source, and certainly did not expect what the damage control ended up to be. But happen it did…the first blip was relayed to me through a text. An “uh oh caught!” caption below a grainy picture of two naked people coupled in the missionary position. The background looked vaguely familiar, too grainy to actually confirm, but looked as though someone took the photo from outside through the screen window. My initial reaction was actually one of humor; thought one of my partners might have managed to swipe a homemade frame from my phone. Or they were showing off one of their own…I laughed it off as a feeble attempt to turn me on and get back between my thighs. Not recognizing the phone number…I put it in the back of my mind. Heck, did not even mentally confirm whether or not that I was one of the participants, and the background did not have enough detail to define one the places that I had massage my liaisons most often. So I went along, my merry way…spent hours that week addicted to web sites that catered to Lesbian spy cams and such. Twice that week I had to seek out relief. First one was in the back of a car, in a church parking lot with some hot looking guy that joined me for lunch at the mall. He made the mistake of sitting at the next table…and I was in full cougar mood. A little cleavage, a dropped napkin, a seemingly innocent uh oh moment, a laugh, and out to the car…he was a good choice. Fucked him dry…. took three times. Then I had to let him go, he needed to pick up his young children from day care. Second one was in my most often used domicile. This is our guest room, which is separated from the rest of the house by the family room, and with an access directly to the outside of the garage. It is where my parents stay when they are in town. Lets them have privacy and allows them to come and go without disrupting the household. Very rarely did anyone from the immediate family ever go there, besides me. It is erotic my fuck room, my own private fuck room. Even the computer in the room is my own private body viewing station…to watch fucking! Anyway, the guy I caught…a young guy in his mid twenties, at the most, and a delivery driver from a different city, made the mistake of thinking the side door by the garage was the best place to make a delivery. He stood outside in the rain for twenty minutes before I heard asian the banging on the door. I was in the shower and about to relieve myself manually when I heard the banging. “I’m not a fan of waiting around.” Everyone takes turns shaking it onto their lunch. When Harry had thought about his first time after going to bed and closing the soundproof curtains around his bed he erotic had always imagined a young Lesbian girl with long hair and round massage breasts to be the one who would have sex with him for the first time and had pleasured himself a number of times with this fantasy in his head. “Please, please, enjoy me.” I could feel the dormant energy within me vibrating softly under my skin. You’ve got to be kidding. His penis jumped in his pants. He got the idea quick and homemade soon had two body fingers up in me. He tried for three but I held him back. “Good morning, girls. I lost.” “Little surprised to see you on this side.” Tony then asian demonstrated what his phone could get the Ohmibod to do and I started jerking about. I immediately encountered resistance. “I need to feel us close to each other.” When I arrived she asked what she could do to give me a roaring erection before I was naked for her.