"“ What business?" "The one that has made you a millionaire." Cynthia just stopped asking.They walked her through the house, all ten bedrooms, six b...throoms and several ground floor rooms until Robert opened the door to a room that was completely out of character from the rest of the house. It was all hi-tech, computer stuff. Cynthia didn't understand what it did, but Robert was ready."When we left for university Rosalind did a degree in fine arts and I did Mathematics. She decided to come home. So, what happened?’‘It was Beth. About 10 years ago, she got religion and got it into her head that sex was – as she said – not good for us anymore. And since then we have not made love at all. It has been so frustrating’.‘I bet it has, do you still get urges, Joe?’Virtually every day, that’s why I have to take myself in hand so much’.I had an idea. ‘Don’t throw those pics away, maybe you and me can use them to help Beth get horny again. The next day, when Beth had gone into town, we got out. “Based on Sophie’s sales visit, how would you rate her appearance?” she asked, I gave her a definite 10.She then went on to ask about her friendliness, politeness, attention to detail, cleanliness and professionalism all of which I gave an outstanding 10 and as Trish made notes the view up her skirt was getting more arousing and I could feel the effect it was having, maybe the drink was relaxing her as she had finished the glass, “Ooh can I have some more please?” she asked handing me the glass. She smiled and ran a finger across the length of them, tracing a damp line. Sacha quivered and moaned gently, reaching out for Vicky’s skirt, and started tugging at it too. As Vicky circled her panty waistline seductively, Sacha dropped Vicky’s uniformed skirt to the floor, gulping back lust as she observed Vicky’s tight pink panties that already had a little wet patch on the lower area.In unison, they looked up into each other eyes smiling, as they held their hands against the waist of each.