” Emma moves off the couch, kneels behind her, and slowly pulls the skirt down.“Both of you,” our friend says, “mmmm....”She pushes her hips...towards me, my face now inches from with the tiny scrap of underwear that I’d been so eager to see. It’s sleek, and shiny, with a slight patch of wetness from her pussy, the outline of which I could clearly see through the fabric. Her skin is pale and soft, and I kiss her right thigh, where her leg curves away, just under her pussy. And then again, this. He was so mortified he immediately agreed when I asked him to marry me.Yes!!I loved being married to David; the envious stares from other women when we were out in public were gratifying. As my career progressed -- I was the youngest VP in my firm, ever -- he was also a big asset at my business functions, drawing stares from the other women executives. David, on the other hand, was a writer who had had not yet had much success so he stayed at home and took care of the house. Outwardly, we were. He sent the address of his hotel. She wondered if she should tell Randy. She was torn. He hadn’t seen him, though they had texted and talked over the phone, even some Facetime. But ... she wanted her father to herself. It had been months, and she needed him.She quickly finished her work, made up a story about going shopping for a new dress for a restaurant that mom was going to take them to, knowing that Randy had no interest there. He’d probably just play video games, ignoring why she needed. Natalie blushed, I thought you were trying to seduce me. Oh I was. Still kind of am, Mila said, adding before Natalie could even begin to wrap her head around that revelation, Youre beautiful Natalie, and smart, and sexy, and you have no idea how long Ive wanted to fuck you. And I wasnt lying before. I do want to help you feel more comfortable about pretending to fool around with me, Id just rather we werent pretending. There was a pause, Natalie not sure whether Mila wanted her to say anything.