I dropped a hand and put it between her legs. Her full bush felt like some underwater kelp as my fingers toyed with it. I traced along her crease, fel... her warmth, found her opening. I put two fingers into her slickness, deep and rough. Her pussy swallowed them eagerly, so I added another. They were starting to feel a little snug inside her but I knew she could take more, a lot more. I withdrew my fingers and traced upward, feeling the firm nub of her clit beneath its covering folds. I pushed. In answer, the normally calm and collected banker shouted in a commanding voice,"Everything off now and face down and not another word, missy!"Angela trembled more in confusion than any sense of fear because she trusted her mother's companion implicitly.Hugh looked at the swells of Angela's comely ass and felt his male equipment rise in anticipation of some satisfying sport. His arousal was preordained despite the fact he was entirely opposed to any hanky panky between persons of such disparate. In the bedroom I saw the skirt suit Debra had put out for me. I thoughtI was ready but the skirt wouldn't button and I had to undress and put onmy waist nipper to get it closed. All the while I fumbled with thebuttons and snaps because of my long nails.Walking in the skirt suit was difficult because it restricted my strideand the stairs were an adventure. I checked myself in the full lengthmirror and a sense of satisfaction. A curvy heavily made up woman lookedback at me. I dashed that. I even knew about her sex life (as told by her) but not explicitly. Our friendship kept growing but we were never in love kinds rather very frank and casual friends. One day I took her out for lunch and after that we went to my place ( I used to live in an apartment sharing it with another guy).She used to come there frequently with or without her bf. Her bf and me were friends and I got to know her through him only. That day she was wearing a black jeans that fitted nicely on her ass and one.