Which caused me to fuck her harder and harder until we both came. Eventually, I talked her into doing it, only I didn’t tell him…I arranged for hi... to come round when I knew I’d be halfway through fucking her, I even set up a camcorder to film the whole thing, I asked her to come around dressed like a slut…. She didn’t let me down. She came round wearing hardly anything, a very short skirt that clearly revealed the tops of her stockings, no knickers, high heels and a top that could barely. I said I was tired, but still I could enjoy a bottle of champagne with him when he would back…Half an hour later I heard a knock at the door; I opened and found there James and Francis, holding a bottle of champagne and some glasses. I asked them if they had seen my husband and both smiled and replied that Victor was still at the bar, finishing his drink and chatting with a sexy mature read head lady…Francis poured a glass for me. As our eyes made contact, I could feel the familiar tingling in. Sheila blushed even more and then laughed. As i finished putting everything back together Sheila came back into the kitchen, now wearing a dressing gown instead of the jeans and tee shirt she'd been wearing when i arrived.She walked over to me and opened the front of her dressing gown, i stood and gaped at her in awe. She was naked apart from a pair of purple satin panties the same as the ones i'd just rescued, her big black and gray bush curling out of both sides at her thighs and also a tuft. In position, she glared at the Professor making it clear that she did not fear anything he could do to her."As for my sperm count," continued the Professor, "it only takes one and the mobility of my sperm is excellent."The Professor brought over a stand with a pulley attachment and a rope. The rope he connected to a machine below the table. After pulling on the rope several times to check its attachment, he placed a weight on the pulley. The minute he released the weight, the rope went slack.