Over the next few weeks as we grew more used to each other's bodies, we relaxed more and more and the pleasures of the bed grew more and more intense....o my amazement, once the first few crazy weeks of my affair were over, although I could still not reach orgasm with him, sex with my husband recommenced and was immediately much more intense and exiting too. It was still completely dominated by Pete’s fantasies of watching me with another man but, although the man in Pete’s fantasies changed from. It caught my attention, as I'd never seen one before."What're you smoking?" I inquired, trying to break the ice. Before he answered, he took a deep drag off of it, and blew a cloud of smoke into the air. It smelt more fragrant than a swisher cigar, but not as sweet as a black & mild."Clove cigarette. Want one?" He asked, smiling. I raised an eyebrow."Sure." I answered, as he pulled one from his pack. I took it and put it into my pack of cigarettes, saving it for later."I started smoking these. She shook the skirt open from its folds and laid it on top of the jacket."WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?"Michelle's eyes followed Miss Baxter's accusingly pointed fingerdownwards toward the hem of the skirt.There, in the centre of the front panel of Susan's navy pencil skirt wasa clearly visible and most unusual stain. It was quite obviously cum. AndMichelle knew of course that it was her cum.A sharp slap brought her instantly from her sissy trance as she focusedagain on Miss Baxter's demand."I SAID. After a while Janet asked me if I liked what I was looking at. I didn't realize that Janet was watching me stare. I was embarrassed and mumbled something about not knowing what she meant. Janet looked down at the bulge forming in the front of my pants and gave me a little pat on my hand. She asked me to help get Sharon up to her bedroom and then I would have to leave. Between the two of us we managed to lay Sharon on the bed. As I was about to leave Janet asked if she could ask me a question..