I drag my nipples up over your cock again and continue going up your body. Feeling my wanting body moving up yours slowly, my dripping snatch running...over your thigh as I straddle it. My hair is dragging over your chest, followed by my warm flesh. I run my nose over your chest up to your neck leaving a trail of warm breath. My body slowly writhing on top of yours, your dick caught between us. I nip and suck at your neck, kissing and nipping up to your ear and down your jaw line. You feel. " Thank you, Peter. You're a godsend." My wife sure thinks so."He gave her a smile and a wink and then was out the door.Angie went through her bag, getting out the necessities for her shower. Within minutes, she breathed a sigh of relief as she got her contacts out. She rinsed them off and put them into the cleaning solution. She picked up her clothes and made her way into the bathroom. Angie had to fiddle with the controls on the tub for a few minutes. Without her contacts she couldn't read. Who...uhm...?" I'm Bea. I am... well basically I'm your boss today and I bet my wet pussy that you are... the guitarist!" Well.... you win." And so do you, I love guitarists!" With that she dropped her shorts and leaned back on the mixing console. Her shirt wasn't quite long enough so I could see her bald pussy.I stood up, my shorts still around my knees. My cock had softened a bit but the view woke him up again. I approached her slowly.Standing right in front of her, my growing cock slightly. I wasone of her toys, I supposed.I had driven us to lunch and I now did the honors to take us back to herplace, where she had me start coffee while she began work on theinvitation list.I came back into the sitting room that Samantha used for our office andopened my laptop to continue the job she had given me earlier,organizing a large file of digital photos."I want you to wear your new lipstick now, Kim." Why would you want me to do that, Samantha?" I like the way you look with a bit of color.