"Yes," she answered pouring herself another large drink. She walked to the sofa and sat across from me letting her legs fall apart. "This is exactly w...at they saw."Now she was teasing me. "Carry on," I said."I suppose you want to know if all four men came in the house together for a sexy time? Well – they did. One day I was upstairs with the second two and there was a knock on the door. I threw on my dressing gown and went downstairs to answer it." What had you just been doing when. I couldn’t believe my luck. She took my shirt off and started kissing my chest and nipples. My hand slipped inside her shorts and gave her ample ass a squeeze as I realized she had no panties on. I took her shirt off revealing a nice set of tits wrapped up in a white cotton bra. Her nipples were hard poking through the material and I started kissing her neck and chest. She unsnapped her bra and it fell to the floor leaving her round titties staring me in the face. They were the kind of. He turned back, ‘If you don’t mind, I think I will stay. You can leave if you like, Miss Varney’ He tried to keep his face smooth and serious. ‘Oh, Thank God’ she said with a sigh of relief, ‘I haven’t spoken to any one properly in days!’ She eyed the soldier sat across from her. He looked like a gentleman, with a good reputation. His hair was short but curly the back and sides had been shaved short, but the loose curls on top remained. The sun was shining through the window on to its. Then Ms. York unbuttons her suit in a slow and sensuous way, licking her upper lip with a single sweep of her tongue as she does so. She shrugs off the purple jacket, revealing her red, lacy bra, and begins to squeeze her own hefty breasts. Next she unclasps her bra from behind but doesn’t take it off, rather, she holds it by the cups to her chest. She looks at me with a mischievous smile, her face slightly tilted to one side. Anticipation wracks my body and I thrill with impatience. Ms. York.