They both bolted upright and put on their clothes.
It must be Ellen, or Gina, but they weren’t due, according to her watch, for another thirty minutes.
When they’d finally gotten older man sex their clothes older man sex back on, and brushed them clear of what wrinkles they could, Jeanne opened the door.
“My GOD!” It was Gina, far too excited to wait to tell them all about it.
Roger took a break.
He was amazed at how well he was keeping up with his work, despite his taking a good three hours off in the middle of each day older man sex.
He found he was simply working more effectively, pushing more of the older man sex mundane matters off on his managers, where older man sex it really belonged all along.
As he reflected on this, he fiddled with the icons on his computer older man sex and remembered he hadn’t checked his living room cam since the Friday meeting between the women.
The camera was motion activated, and accessible from his office with the commercial software he’d bought for the occasion.
Jeanne passed through older man sex the living room on most of the scenes, and disappeared.
The camera had simply picked up her motion, remained on for a few seconds while there was none after her departure, and then turned itself back to “wait” mode.
On a few occasions, on Sunday mostly, he saw his own image pass by the camera.
It was eerie.
Then he saw his wife and the girls, the time stamp reading Monday morning at nearly ten o’clock.
They left the camera’s view in the direction of the front stairs, the same stairs they would use to approach the bedroom from which they could watch!
He was astounded yet again with his wife’s sexual enterprise and wondered what older man sex tomorrow would bring when it was her turn to experience the new older man sex “Jerry,” and when the others would try to sneak in on him and his wife as they were together.