10 comments/ 67533 views/ 6 favorites In the Hot Tub By: VirginiaK We had been in and out of the pool most of the day, and Andre, Elizabeth's boyfriend, and I were relaxing in the hot tub. Mom had taken the kids earlier to play miniature golf, and were not due back for a couple of hours still. My husband Michael and Elizabeth came out onto the patio, having changed out of their bathing suits. "How does pizza sound?" asked Michael. "Good by me!" said Andre enthusiastically. "Alright then. I'm not familiar with this area, so Beth is going to come with me. Anything else we need to get while we are out?" "More beer!" Andre said again, with a smile. "I want some more Diet Coke," I said, "and mushrooms on my pizza." We called out a few more things, and the two of them left. Andre hopped out and walked over to the cooler, picking out fresh soda and asked if I wanted one, which I did. I watched his wet suit cling to his bum as he leaned over the cooler and for a minute fantasized about seeing him naked. Beth had told me a number of times about was sex with him was like, and I was envious. Michael is great, but we've been together for 15 years now, and things have settled into their ways. As Andre headed back to the hot tub, I caught myself staring at the suit that clung to his manhood and wondered what it would be like fully erect and in my hand. My nipples grew erect through the thin fabric of my light blue one piece, and I considered slipping lower in the water to hide them, but decided to let Andre see them. He put the drinks down on the edge of the tub and slipped in, moving to the other side of me and sitting down on the little bench, our hips touching. He reached across me for his drink, his hand and forearm sliding across my ample breasts (all 40DD of them) and he definitely felt my hard nips running along his arm. As he drew his arm back, he pretended (badly I should add) to twist to look at something over his shoulder, purposely pressing his arm harder into my breasts as he did so. I let it go, letting him have the cheap thrill. We chatted for a few minutes, then I announced I was going to get out and take a shower, then get dressed before they came back with the pizza. "Hey, Ginny," he said quickly, and I could hear the change in his voice. "Can I ask you a favor?" "I guess so, sure," I said, a little tentative. "We've known each other for what, three years now?" he started, a nervous twinge in his voice. "I made it no secret I always found you attractive, long before I started dating Beth, right?" I nodded. Despite myself, I could feel my nipples growing even harder. Could he really be going to ask me something sexual? "I've never had the courage before, and can't believe I'm going to ask this. I love your sister and all, and wouldn't do anything to hurt her. And I know you'd never do anything to upset Michael. I've watched you for so long now, since that time we..." "Jesus, Andre," I said, cutting him off. "Ask your favor already." He smile and cleared his throat. "Okay then, here goes. Can I see your breasts? I have always wanted to. Just a look, I promise. You will make me a happy man." I slid to the opposite side of the hot tub, my arms up on the edge of the tub, causing my breasts with their hard nipples to thrust in his direction. I knew I was going to let him see my breasts, but I thought I'd tease him a bit. "Andre! I'm a little shocked you asked that. How do you expect me to react to that? I love my husband and would never cheat on him!" I was quite sure that Beth had told Andre that Michael and I were into the swinging scene when we were first together, but I played it like he didn't know. "God no, Virginia! I never would think that of you. I just wanted to see them, and thought I take the chance.. Forget I asked. I'm sorry. I hope this doesn't make things weird..." he stopped in mid-sentence as I slipped the straps of my one piece off my shoulders and pulled it down, exposing my breasts to him. "Oh sweet jesus, Ginny!" he exclaimed, starting at my breasts. I shook them from side to side, little glistening drops of water flying off them. He slid across the four feet of tub between us before I could react and place one hand on the tub rim to either side of me. "You are beautiful," he said, his voice husky, then kissed me. I pulled back at first, then let him continue the kiss, my lips parting slightly, the tips of our tongues touching. His hands found their way to my breasts and began to squeeze, and my pulse began to race. Just how far should I let him go? His fingers locked onto my hard nipples and the sensation shot through me like an electric jolt of pleasure. I moaned a bit despite myself, which fuelled his passion. He broke the kiss, his head bobbing down and taking my right nipple into his mouth. I lost track of time as he explored my tits with his mouth and hands, and I arched my back, giving him willing access to them. He suddenly stood up, his hips coming all the way out of the shallow tub, and I though for a moment (with a little regret) that he was done. When I opened my eyes, he was standing over me fully nude, his huge erect cock standing out. I nearly stopped him, but let him slide his cock between my tits and begin to thrust. I pushed his hands away and held my titties for him. "Twist my nipples baby," I said, my voice thick. His strong hands began to slowly twist my nipples as his tittyfucked me, his eyes close and his breathing heavy and rapid. My heart was racing, hardly believing I was letting my sister's boyfriend do this to me. He tittyfucked me for several minutes when he suddenly let go of my nipples. His strong hands found my head and pulled me forward, guiding my mouth to his cock. I struggled a bit, not ready to go this far, but he was determined. "Suck me, Ginny," he said, his voice full of passion. I relented and parted my lips taking him into my mouth. I reached behind him and rubbed his tight bum and I slid my mouth up and down his shaft. Feeling him tense, he pulled out and I stroked him, allowing him to shoot all over my naked and well used breasts. He slid back into the water, his hand pausing on my tits briefly, giving them a squeeze before disappearing beneath the water to rest on my hips. "God," he said, "that was amazing." I smiled at him, wiping his spunk off my chest with a hand before cleaning it off in the water. I leaned back, my eyes closed, and felt him lightly begin kissing my breasts again. My nipples stiffened up yet again, and his hands, still at my hips, grabbed my suit and tugged them down around my ankles. "Andre," I said, warning in my voice, "Off limits!" He smiled at me and shook his head. "Your turn to cum," he said, and his strong hands grabbed my waist and lifted me out of the water, setting me on the concrete lip of the tub. My mind screamed at me to protests and stop him, but I spread my legs at his bidding and let him lower his head between them. I leaned back with a groan, propping myself up with my elbows, and willingly let him explore me with his tongue. He sucked at and tickled my clit, over and over, his hand reaching up to squeeze my arching tits and nipples, and I came explosively. I fell back, flat on my back, my butt on the edge of the tub and my legs floating weakly in the water, panting hard. His finger is still exploring my pussy and I look up at him, seeing him standing in the tub, his cock rock hard again. His eyes glittering, he smiles at me and grabs my arms, pulling me into a standing position in the tub next to him. He kisses me once, then turns me around, pushing me gently but firmly forward, until I am leaning over the edge of the tub. My hand grip the edge of the tub, my knees on the bench, my bum out of the water and facing him. "Wait," I said weakly, my mind's feeble attempt to protest, as I felt his hard cock slide into me from behind. It felt so good that all thought of protest left my mind as his hips began to gyrate, thrusting into me. I arched my back, pushing back against his cock with each thrust, my breasts swinging madly. Andre's hand gripped my hips and slapped the cheeks of my big ass. At some point, one of his thumbs began to rub my anus. My mind was screaming. I'd never let this happen with him again, so why not let him have it all this time around. "You can if you want, Andre," I said, gasping between the thrusts. He grunted, but said nothing. "You can fuck my big ass if you want, baby." I felt his thrust hesitate briefly, then he slid out of me. :"Oh my god, Ginny," he said, clearly unable to fully process what was happening, and I felt him press against my anus. Pain shot through me briefly as his thick cock slid in. "God you are tight," he groaned, and his thrusts sped up. He leaned forward, burying his cock in my big ass, and reached around me, taking both breasts in his hands. He twisted my nipples mercilessly as his cock buttfucked me with long, hard strokes. I felt him tense up. "Oh baby, can I?" he said, hardly able to keep control. "Sure honey, cum in my ass!" I gasped back. I felt him buck as his second load shot deep inside me. He thrusted a few more times, then leaned heavily against me, his fingers still working my nipples, which were growing rather sore by now. His cock slipped out of me with a pop and we both collapsed back into the water, exhausted. We had just gotten our suits back on when I read Beth's car pulling up out front. I smiled and winked at Andre. "Did I get your appetite up for some pizza?" In the Hot Tub You have invited me to your place for a session in the hot tub... "Why don't you go out back and start the tub while I make some snacks?" you say with a smile... "and please take the cold drinks with you?" I go out the patio door and down the steps carrying the drinks on a tray, enter the hot tub area, and flip on the switch for the outside light... some lights come on under the water in the jet tub, too... nice! Getting into the tub, I sit facing the door... you come out and I see your bikini-clad outline in the doorway... I can tell that you have been walking a lot - you are in excellent shape... just having you near me makes my heart begin to race! You set down the tray of snacks on the shelf at the side of the tub and your curiosity gets the best of you - you look down into the tub to see if I have taken my shorts off... yes, I'm naked... you smile... "If you lean over to the right hand side, sweetie, and turn those two knobs, it will let the jets flow a bit..." Twist, twist... pssssshhht... whoooossh... I look you in the eyes as you step into the tub... then I look at your gorgeous body wrapped in a geometric print bikini... "Is the water warm enough?" you ask... "Yes... just warm enough..." The bubbles brush against my body... my manhood is moving with the water - anticipating... I've been waiting for months for this moment... I feel the material of your bikini touch me as you sit in my lap facing me... your breasts touch my chest... I look down to see your lovely womanly curves... your knees wrap around me and we kiss long and deep... Putting my hands on your cheeks, we kiss again and I slip my tongue between your lips... You reach over on the ledge for a lighter to light some candles... as you do, one bikini-covered breast brushes against my cheek... I find myself wondering if you did that on purpose? I take it as a clear signal of things to come... the scent of vanilla candles fills the air... As you move back into my lap, I adjust myself to fit between your legs more comfortably... as you sit down, you brush your bikini top against my lips and I kiss your nipples through your suit... I have a confession to make..." I admit... "this is my first time in a hot tub..." "Well, I hope that you enjoy it!" you say with a mischievous grin... As you say this, you move your whole body closer to mine until our chests are touching again... We kiss again... your tongue is getting more persistent now... I wrap my arms around you and hold you close - still we are kissing... Moving my hands to the sides of your breasts, I feel them gently, and then put my thumbs on your nipples... your nipples respond through your bikini top and are instantly aroused... You feel my kisses on your chest above your breasts, and then between them... you raise up a bit so that my mouth can reach your nipples... I kiss each in turn and give each of them a playful, gentle nibble... You must really like that feeling, because your pelvis pushes against my abdomen and begins to move slowly back and forth... I slip my fingers under the edges of your bikini top, lift it up over your nipples, and you feel my warm lips kissing them... "I'm very happy that I had that tall bamboo planted between our yard and the neighbor's..." you say with a smile... "that old fart would love to see me naked!" We both laugh... You playfully press your breasts together now, and I kiss both nipples at once as I reach behind you to untie your bathing suit top... your breasts are so beautiful! Reaching over to the shelf where our drinks are, you take a sip and then your fingers take an ice cube out of your glass... you place it between your lips and kiss me... we both feel cold lips and warm, wet bodies - all at the same time... You smile, and as you do, the ice cube drops down between our chests... we both jump! the ice falls into the warm water and quickly melts away... We return to our passionate kisses... my cock is getting even harder for you now... "Please stand up?" I whisper... "I want to kiss your clit now..." You slowly rise out of the water... I put my hands on your rear, pull you towards my waiting lips, and kiss the front of your bikini bottom... Looking up at your face, I hold my tongue out towards your lower body, pull on your hips again to bring you even closer, and begin to kiss the very front of your pussy... I can taste your juices through the thin fabric, and can tell that you are wet both inside and out... You sigh and spread your legs a bit more... I put my tongue directly on your clit and lick it through your bikini bottom... then you pull up on the front of your suit and the thin material goes up between your legs - exposing your lovely pussy lips... you feel my kisses cover every inch of your special places... Slipping my hands inside the back of your bikini bottom, I bring them around to the front and pull it down slowly - kissing all the while... when the tiny triangular piece of cloth reaches your knees, you put both hands on my shoulders to steady yourself as you step out of it... Before I know it, you are pressing your naked pussy against my face! I begin to kiss and lick, kiss and lick... "Lick my pussy and my clit, Rory!" you say excitedly... "now!!" You grab a towel, spread it out on the edge of the tub, and lie down on your back on it with your legs still in the warm water... I feel the insides of your thighs brushing against my cheeks as I move my head up between your legs... as my tongue makes first contact with your clit, I feel your legs move up and across my shoulders... My tongue slips inside of your pussy just a bit... you moan and pick your hips up so that you can spread your legs a bit wider... you look down to watch as I use my fingers to gently spread open your pussy lips... so pink! so lovely! one finger touches your hard clit, and you moan louder... You feel my tongue begin to lick your clit in earnest now - small, quick licks as you guide my head to the very spot that will make you cum... I'm licking faster now, and with each lick my tongue goes farther and farther inside of your pussy... one of my fingers slides inside of you just a bit as I continue to lick, Lick, LICK! You want more of my finger, and push against it... I slide it farther inside and lick from my finger up to your clit and back... my finger is moving in and out now, and my tongue is very busy... You feel a second finger push gently inside of you as I suck your clit forcefully... licking, sucking, fingering - making you super-wet... Spreading your pussy lips wider, I sink my tongue in as deep as it will go, then kiss you full on the clit and move my fingers in and out... and in... In... IN!! Your eyes are closed now and your head is tipped back... your nipples are aroused and pointing towards the sky... still I lick, suck, and finger your wet, wet pussy... I want you to cum on my tongue and fingers so much, lover! Your body begins to tense and I know that you are VERY close... you are moaning quite loudly and I want you to cum for me now! moving my hands behind you, I pull you towards me again and rub my whole face in your pussy... Suddenly, I feel a warm gushing on my chin... the sweet taste of your cum fills my mouth... mmmmmm!! "I need to feel your big cock in my pussy now!" you say breathlessly... "that will keep me cumming!!" I sit down again so you can straddle me... as you sit down in my lap, you rub your bare breasts against my face, my chest, and can I feel the tip of my cock poised at your pussy entrance... this is the moment that we have both waited for for SO long... we are naked together and making love... As you slide slowly down onto my huge erection, I feel like I may explode, but resist... you feel even more wonderful than I had imagined! Now you sit down on me all the way, press your whole front against my naked body, take my cock deep inside of you, and kiss me like a wild woman! I kiss your neck and begin to moan with you while squeezing my cock muscles inside of your pussy... you begin to tense up and thrust your breasts forward, tilt your head back, and begin to ride me up and down fast and hard! The smell of vanilla candles and sex fill the air... wetness and warmth fill our senses... the tub is MUCH warmer now - our lovemaking has made the water hot! "Rory?" you ask anxiously... "will you enter me from behind so I can cum again?" "Yes, I will - get on your hands and knees on the towel, please..." You kiss me and then move into position... I kneel up behind you and look down at your beautiful bottom and your pussy awaiting my big stiff cock... Taking my shaft in my hand, I begin rub the tip against your clit from behind... you move one hand back between your legs and waste no time grasping my cock and slipping it inside of your cock-craving pussy... I look down to see my cock going in and out of your pussy... slowly, slowly - just the way that you like it sometimes... reaching for your nipples, I squeeze them gently to help you get ready to cum... then I hold perfectly still as you move against me - exactly the way that you love it... After a few hot minutes, you are right on the very edge of another orgasm... reaching around in front of you, I begin to massage your clit as we make love... around and around... back and forth... you are moaning so loudly now that it's a good thing no else is around! Suddenly, I can't help myself and realize that I'm going to cum! your pussy is calling me - calling my sperm... I shake my head and hope that you are close too... stopping and just holding deep inside of you, I feel the cum start to race up my shaft and then spray inside of your tight pussy... so warm! so wet! then you press down hard onto my stiff cock and add your own cum to mine... it's a beautiful moment - we are cumming together! A little while later, we have both stopped moving and are just enjoying those orgasmic feelings... then I move ever-so-slightly, and some of our warm cum gushes out of your pulsating pussy and drips into the water... you are purring like a tiger... ****** As we sit and relax together in the tub, I reach for one of the cold drinks and share it with you... You turn the jets down a bit... I'm running my fingers gently up and down your spine as the warm water surrounds us... you lean over to kiss me and I kiss you back... I'm so glad that you got the hot tub fixed..." I say between kisses... "I've been waiting for you to fix it for a very long time!" In the Hot Tub with Camille I only wanted to have a fun day of shopping and doing other girly things that day. I needed a pick me up big time. I had no idea I'd end up having my first of what would be several lesbian experiences with one of my best friends. Camille and I went out shopping for a large portion of the day. I had been depressed for quite a while—my ex-fiancé had been harassing me, calling and e-mailing me, insulting me, wanting to upset me. Camille moved in with me for a few days because he was making violent threats. She was a breath of fresh air during the weeks she stayed with me. It was fun having a roommate again—the past few days had reminded me of my college days with former roommates Kate and gay friend Jonathan. Anyway, we came back home hours later. I was tired, but happy with all of our purchases. The carrier bags were full of stuff we didn't really need—dresses, jeans, shoes, lingerie, makeup, perfume, etc.—but having gone out shopping and buying frozen yogurt at the food court had been fun and quite therapeutic. Camille suggested making cocktails, ordering pizza and settling down for a night of chick flicks. I was putting my purchases away when I heard the shake of the blender crushing the ice for the cocktails. C stepped into my bedroom and placed a strawberry daiquiri into my hands as she said in her broken, French-accented English, "Boy, I could use a nice, relaxing bath!" I took a sip of the daiquiri. Delicious. Then I suggested skipping the pizza and the tube for now and taking a dip in the Jacuzzi instead. Camille agreed. We went to the hot tub room, which had been built in the garage. The garage was enormous and there was plenty of space leftover for my car. The house had come equipped with the Jacuzzi. I got a great deal for that house. The couple who owned the place were moving to Australia and were desperate to make a sale. I was indeed lucky to get such a fine house with a luxurious Jacuzzi for such a low price. Anyway, I went to the hot tub room. I set my daiquiri down to turn on the tub and waited as it filled up. Camille was way naked and ready by the time the tub was full. I hadn't removed one single item of clothing when C, cocktail in hand, stepped down into the warm, bubbling waters. The garage was always cold and the air felt chilly on my body. My nipples hardened as I took my clothes off. I stepped into the warm water where Camille already waited. The feel of the water warming my skin felt wonderful as I settled onto the stone seat and set my drink on the deck. Camille sighed as she reclined. The chocolate-eyed blonde has a shapely figure that is curvy in all the right places. She also has the most enormous store-bought breasts. Camille isn't afraid of admitting that her boobs are fake. She actually takes pride of that fact—calling them "top-quality saline, none of that silicone crap." I remembered thinking that she had beautiful mauve-colored nipples; the kind men would burn holes on them from staring. She is the opposite of me—she is blonde and I'm brunette. She is tall and curvy and I'm petite and thin. Anyway, we relaxed against the pillowed edge of the whirlpool and took long sips of our martinis. We joked about how great the invention of jet streams were and how good the pressure of them felt against our clits. Having said that, I positioned myself so that my legs were slightly parted and one of the sprays was directly on my clit. "Oh fuck yes! Right there," I said playfully. Camille laughed when I mock moaned and wiggled my hips underneath the water. She shifted in her seat until she was sitting next to me, our bodies touching from our shoulders to our thighs. She too began to moan. I then realized that we were tipsy. How much liquor did she mix into those daiquiris? I moved so that the spray hit me higher on my clit, a warm feeling slid through me as I grew hornier by the second. Then Camille turned to me and said, "Have you ever been curious about being with another woman?" A slow heat traveled through me that had nothing to do with the daiquiri, the warm Jacuzzi waters or the stimulation of the jet stream on my clit. I was also freaked out. Ick! What did I expect having a private hot tub party with my self-proclaimed bisexual friend? I knew I was straight—that had never been a doubt—but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't indeed curious. Camille and I had been two parts of a threesome once (my ex-fiancé had been the third party), but we didn't do much to each other. Well . . . she kissed me and caressed my breasts and ate my pussy while Zach fucked her from behind, but that was about it. I never touched her breasts or any other part of her beautiful anatomy. I held my breath as Camille's palm cupped my breasts for the second sexual occasion of our two-year-long friendship. I couldn't help feeling aroused. The sensual combination of my legs spread and the jet stream stimulating my pussy, and the softness of Cammie's hand, was completely erotic. A moan escaped from my lips as Cammie continued to palm my breasts and ran her long fingernails over one nipple. "You can think of a man doing this if it makes you more comfortable," I remember her telling me, her breath warm as her mouth neared my nipple. "Who are you thinking about now?" To be honest, I was thinking of no one other than the gorgeous blonde touching my breasts and making me more excited than I cared to admit. I widened my thighs to the jet stream as Cammie flicked her tongue over my nipple, and I purred and arched my back so that I was fully in Camille's mouth. My breasts aren't quite as large as Camille's, but they're more than a handful—round with brown crests. The most attractive part of my breasts is how elongated my nipples become when they're hard. Camille remarked on how lovely they felt in her mouth and that made me purr in sheer pleasure. Her lips were so soft and her tongue felt fantastic swirling and licking. I closed my eyes and moaned and gasped with pleasure as Cammie rose up on her knees and moved her mouth to my other breast. I gripped the edge of the stone seat as the jet stream and Camille's mouth on my nipple brought me on the brink of an orgasm. Cammie slid her fingers between my thighs and stroked my clit. I gasped, my voice breathless and at least two octaves higher than normal as I moaned loudly. Then Camille did something that had made me uncomfortable during the threesome but now felt very nice—she kissed me, her mouth opened mine, her tongue slipped into my mouth caressingly as her touch of my clit grew stronger. As this was happening, I couldn't help but think that any hot-blooded man would have loved to be a fly on the wall that night. Two very attractive women getting it on in a hot tub. Any man would have bottled those scenes up for a future masturbating aid. We disengaged from our kiss and Cammie grinned as she lowered her face to suck on a nipple again—harder and with more carnal edge this time, no longer concerned over whether or not I'd enjoy it since I so obviously was. Her fingers worked on my clit with more urgency as well. I pushed her away from my breasts and stared at her for a moment. She really was beautiful. Her large breasts beckoned me to touch them. During that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel her up and wondered why I hadn't touched her during the threesome. So I reached up for Camille's breasts. Round and soft in my hands, I squeezed and caressed as Cammie moaned and massaged my breasts too. I twirled her nipples, hard and erect between my fingers, following the urge to sit up slightly and rake my tongue over one beadlike crest. Then I did something I thought I'd never do. I lowered my head and sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth. It was truly incredible. Her nipple felt wonderful on my tongue, so innately sweet and feminine. Camille purred and I did it again, this time to her other breast. It was a very sensuous experience. The excitement of turning Cammie on with my ministrations and her continuous fumbling of my clit were too much to take. The orgasm slammed into me, so fierce my body quaked and a scream tore at my lips from the acute and sheer pleasure. Cammie continued stroking my clit until the last contractions settled inside me. I felt so weakened from the orgasm that my entire body settled inside the tub. I had to stop myself from sinking my head into the waters. Camille smiled and kissed me passionately and asked if I was all right. I smiled at her uncertainly. I was fine, but felt awkward. I looked away from her. I knew what I had to do, for it was only fair, but I couldn't bring myself to pleasure her in return. I had never been with a woman and it would have felt too strange to even try. As if reading my mind, she smiled kindly at me and said, "It's okay, sweetie. You don't have to do anything just because I did. I wanted to pleasure you . . ." She went on to explain that she knew I felt down and depressed due to my breakup with Zach and had wanted me to feel better. Alas, I felt like a selfish and rotten bitch for not doing what was right. I knew she had gotten in the mood. And she showed just how worked up she was when set herself against the jet spray, moaning something fierce. I sipped my martini and just lay there with my eyes closed. For a few weeks, Camille and I engaged in a relationship of sorts. We became intimate, had done the deed for a few nights. But the relationship was one-sided. She pleasured me in all ways possible, was tender and loving to me, had no qualms or inhibitions when it came time to pleasure me. I wish I had been the same with her. Yes, eventually I did pleasure her with my fingers and sex toys and sucked on her lovely nipples, but I never once went down on her (though she constantly went down on me) or made her come the way she'd made me come again and again. Was I repressing myself? Yes. I have always considered myself a sexually uninhibited woman, but a same-sex encounter was a whole new territory for me. It was just too much and too soon for me to handle. And so, I called our "relationship" off, telling her it was not fair that I got the better end of the stick. She told me she did not care, that she enjoyed being with me and that she understood that certain things made me uncomfortable. I still ended things with her. The bottom line was that I was not a lesbian. Yes, I was curious and yes I enjoyed her ministrations, but that does not a lesbian make. She moved out a few days later. We are still friends, great friends, and I have that marked down as a great, experimental experience for me and I am grateful it was with someone as wonderful and loyal a friend as Camille. She is now married to a wonderful young doctor from London. And I am now involved with a gorgeous, very sexual man. I told him about this experience and he, of course, was all ears. He began to masturbate as I told the story and answered all of his questions—lots of questions, down to every detail. "If I'd been a fly on that wall," he remarked. Sigh. If only.