Slowly she bobbed her head, patiently, her lips soft and wet and caressing about that which the silly qualms of confused male pride had denied her for too, too long. Smiling somewhere deep within, she made love to her husband in perhaps the most intimate way possible. Ah, how close she felt to him once again!
And although Elizabeth’s flushed lids were heavy with pleasure, with a naughty purposefulness she rolled her head sideways to eye the video that still splay out upon the screen of the laptop sitting open on Bill’s desk. She sneaked a quick peek up and saw, to her delight, that he was still watching it, too, dividing his rapt attention between the familiar face framed in honey-blonde waves that swayed and danced so ticklingly about his lap and the unleashed wild woman who, even tightl
