“Mm, roll over Willow sweetie, let mommy join in.”“L-Louise we were-!” she started, but Willow put a finger to Heather's lips, shushing her.�...Let us make you feel good,” Willow said, voice soft, encouraging.Heather bit her lip, but, after what Willow had just given her, wasn’t going to deny she wanted more. Heather nodded and Willow grinned, slipping her hands under the woman's shoulders and rolling, Heather letting out a soft squeak as she was moved, finding herself suddenly on top, Willows. She hurried into the elevator with barely a glance trying to brush the crumbs of bagel off her silk shirt that she realized too late was unbuttoned almost to her navel. She stomped her foot in frustration, and set the coffee cup down on the floor balancing the bagel on top of it. It was then that she noticed the gleaming pair of men’s business shoes in the corner of the lift. Her eyes slowly gazed up from the shoes and saw the charcoal grey pinstriped trousers above the shoes, on to a sharp. John pressed some keys on the computer and opened the email server, since he was using the big screen as a second monitor, they could all see what he was seeing on the small monitor before him.After logging in to his account and reaching his inbox he said, "There it is, let's see what they have to say."Clicking on the letter, he was disappointed and as annoyed as the rest to find one line of text; it said, "Girls, your Mom says you have a great band." That's it?" Don said."That's what we've. Flashbacks to high school gym class showers often hit me at moments like this. It’s where I got the nick ‘Needle Dick’. But Lynda never seemed to mind and always took good care of it. “So climb on, Honey, and tell me about this fantastic, free trip.”She straddled me, cowgirl, and slid all the way down to my balls on the initial penetration. “Oh fuck, you’re so hot and juicy; and tight too!” I exclaimed as she began her familiar back and forty gyrations, knowing she’d be milking me long before.