His tongue taking every inch of her. She had replied with the same passion, her hands busy at his belt. His cock was so impatient that it was a strugg...e to release but soon it was free, seeking home. She held him firmly in her hand, stroking, caressing and leading. His hands were tearing at her blouse, breasts spilling out, eager for his touch and mouth. He squeezed and massaged her already swollen nipples bending down to suck and bite.. They both wanted a bit of rough that night.. Fuck me.. . All this was happening as they fine mist of the shower heads were wetting us thoroughly. This was a new experience for me and one that I was enjoying immensely."Oooh ... ahhh..." she chanted with increasing frequency and volume as she built closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled on her nipple with my lips before using my teeth to nip it. That was the tipping point as she erupted into orgasm."Ohhh fuck..." she groaned as her body trembled with her mashing her tit harder and harder into my. He came to meet me by the table and I sat down. He spread my legs and told me to call the person back. “What?” I was confused. “Call them back.” I called my secretary back. “Hello, yes you called…” and he sucked on my clit. “Ah!” “Are you alright?” my secretary asked. “Yes, yes.” I didn’t know if my yeses were moans or answers. I was struggling to make a comment but I couldn’t very well let my secretary know I was getting my entire pussy sucked by my married client. “The man with you, his wife. Then the tee shirts disappeared into each blanket, to be followed shortly by sighs and smiling faces. I watched this all from the kitchen as I got a pot of coffee started in the old percolator on the gas stove. Mandy looked around and then said, ‘We left our purses in the car.’ ‘Like someone’s going to steal them in this storm,’ Maggie replied sarcastically. ‘I need my hair brush,’ Mandy said in a whiny voice. ‘I have one in the bathroom or I can go get your purses,’ I said from the kitchen. I.