That struck Gloria as very odd. Roger almost never took business trips. He wasn’t high enough up in the company he worked for to be worth sending an...where. This might be something she could use. ‘Where?’ Gloria asked. ‘He’s attending a marketing conference in Cincinnati,’ Katie replied. The mention of that city was setting off several alarm bells in the back of Gloria’s mind. She couldn’t quite place what they meant. This annoyed her given that she usually had an extraordinary memory for. It was nearly seven the next morning when the need of going to the toilet and the sound of running water awakened him. The running water was the small shower in the lavatory. Only seconds after finishing his eliminations, Jean’s sparkling wet form materialized from the shower cubical and she asked him to dry her off. As he rubbed her lithe form with the soft towel, his organ began to grow until, as he was finishing his task, it had reached its full size. Seeing its solid length, Jean teasingly. On arrival at Marg’s house we found the men with cocks in hand watching a blue movie on the tv. Leaving the men to their wanking Marg and I went upstairs to get dolled up. I had a skirt and blouse on over my sexy new basque and stocking and watching Marg out of the corner of my eye I could see she was a stunner with firm tits and a good arse just the sort my husband would die for. Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who. My mind was racing. “Would you like to see more?” He fingered the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down slightly, taunting me. “Yes.” I breathed out, desperation creeping into my voice. He slowly pulled down his shorts, taunting me with every inch he revealed. My mouth opened as I caught an eyeful. His y-fronts clung tightly to him, outlining deliciously, his bulging package. I stopped playing with myself and turned over on the table. Pulling myself forwards so that my head faced him,.