I got up early to take some pictures of flowers to send to Logan for Father’s Day. I uploaded them to my tablet to see about editing them and making a collage. I thought I might include a picture of my flower, and I thought the tablet would work well for that kind of picture. I took off my clothes and took the tablet to the guest room and sat on the bed with the tablet camera aimed at my puss.

While I was getting the shot framed, and touching myself a little to get everything sexed up just right, I noticed a stray pubic hair, and when I looked closer I discovered it was not in the picture but a real pubic hair stuck to the screen, and not mine. Almost certainly Logan’s. I blew it off the screen. I starting thinking how it could have happened that one of his pubic hairs ended up on my tablet. I didn’t come to any conclusion, except that it probably meant he was masturbating while looking at something on my computer. Just then the doorbell rang. I had no idea who it could be. I shut down the computer and threw on a robe.