She was wearing her uniform of black skirt and white shirt, but she had on a pair of bright yellow four inch heels with matching stockings. I knew the... were stockings as I’d seen them in her room. She looked fucking hot!“Wow!” she exclaimed as she saw me. “You look good in that dress and it looks like your pleased to see me as your nipples are trying to drill holes through your dress.”It was true. I was as horny as hell. I was expecting/hoping to get shagged into next week later, but I also. I was, as the scout say, "being prepared."Janet was sitting at the breakfast nook when I got back. She handed me a lemonade and had me sit down. Two other women were also sitting there. They were a bit older than Janet, but not by much. One was a brunette who had a few smile lines around her eyes. Her hair was long and styled nicely. The other was a blonde with straight hair looked to be between the other two in age. "Brian," Janet said. "These are Mrs. King and Mrs. Minor. Betty, Nancy, this. You mean the world to me, and I couldn't keep asking you to eat it when you obviously found it completely disgusting. I mean, remember that fight we had?” Emily had all but forgotten that episode, their first true fight as a married couple. In the heat of the moment, she had called his semen 'the most sickening thing she'd ever had in her mouth, and that was including the five earthworms her brother force-fed her as a child.' Hurt had instantly bloomed on Oliver's face and filled her with. Some people tried to enter the elevator, but I shook my head and shut the doors on them. Before the doors were fully closed my lips were crushing yours, and our tongues furiously slapping each other. Our breath came in short sharp gasps, and you grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my mouth harder into yours, your tongue thrusting so far into my mouth that I felt like you were fucking my face over and over . . . I shoved my hands up your shirt, and wrenched your bra up off your tits, and.