“Ok, just one last time. No Touching!”She wriggled out of her too-tight jeans revealing her superb arse and fit body (she had obviously been going...to the gym) and the new thong I hadn’t seen before. It encased her sleek mound like a glove and disappeared between her cheeks. I was beside myself with lust for her. I sure liked thongs now. So did he, obviously. She must be buying herself new panties just for him and her.My hand was rubbing frantically through the borrowed panties now, I was past. ‘Would you like to taste her Jon? Would you like my fiancé to lick your pussy Sweety?’ Both nodded. ‘Is that all you want? Just a taste?’ Jon hesitated before muttering. ‘No.’ ‘I’m sorry Jon, we didn’t hear you.’ Stronger this time, ‘No. No that’s not all.’ ‘So tell me Jon, what would you like to do? What would you like to do to my oldest and dearest friend? What would you like to do to this woman who brazenly exposes her wet open pussy to you like a wanton slut?’ On the word slut she slid two. Mary started bucking against my face all the while talking about her soon and her Niece. Finally I slowed down and rose up to be greeted with a very wet kiss and her hand reaching for my prick. "Fuck me here baby, I don't care if my Niece hears us.", she moaned. That orgasm based statement again was met with another low moan in the hall. So I slide her closer to the edge and pushed my cock against her pussy lips. They easily move away like the meat curtains that they are as I slide my cock all. .well, bushes. Could an alcoholic concentrate on his work if he knew that there was an ice cold beer in the lunch-room refridgerator? I rest my case. There was nothing for it but to pay Vanessa a visit. Maybe if I saw enough of her I would get bored and be able to return to my work. Desensitization therapy I think they call it. Now if you really think I believed this crap that I was telling myself then you're a bigger fool than I think you thought that I thought that I was. I think. No,.