"Oh, Grant," she sighed, coming out of his arms. "You're getting me all hot and mushy inside." Her tits heaved, one hanging out from Grant's playing. Her eyes darted around, trying to spot any signs of the detective. She caught a glimpse of something moving behind a tree some distance away and caught the reflection of, what she assumed to be, the glare of a telephoto camera lens. Get all the pictures you want, honey, she sighed to herself.

Grant leered at the beautiful housewife that just walked into his life. He gulped, ogling her exposed tit and defiant stance as she stood a few feet away, the sun at her back, her long red hair framing her exquisitely featured face.

"Want me to strip?" she cooed, rocking on her heels, the passion bubbling in her loins.

"Whatever you want," Grant said, not believing this passionate woman would actually strip out in the open.

"You don't believe me, do you?" she asked, seeing the doubt in his dark penetrating eyes. She didn't wait for an answer. Her hands smoothed down over her hips and she used her palms, bringing the dress slowly and erotically up her legs, exposing her thighs inch by tantalizing inch.

Joanne felt Grant's eyes on her and the eyes of the camera turning her on, making her body tremble. She stopped the hem of her sexy dress at the beginning of her pussy. "Do you believe me now?" she asked, her voice quaking.

"I'll believe it when it's off," he said, dying to see the lush white skin of her naked body.

Joanne sucked in her breath and slipped the dress over her hips and up over her tits, pulling it off and standing naked on the grassy mound, her hot creamy body exposed to both men – Grant whom she was planning on devouring and the sneaky detective with his snooping camera.

"Do I please you?" she asked, her large tits jutting from her chest with no hint of sag, her slim waist flaring put into full curved-out hips, then tapering down to a pair, of long slender legs.