Wo ah…ah… karke maje lene lagi. Main usse khub maje ke saath kiss kar raha tha uske lips kafi mithi thi. Phir 1 ghante ke bad main usse ek guest h...use pe leke chala gaya.Room main ghuste hi mene uske patli kammar jhor se pakad li aur uske nake pe kiss karte huye apni lund uske ass me ragadne laga. Phir mene jhor se usko utha ke bed mein pahucha diya. Uske tango ko pakad ke apni taraf khicha aur uske boobs dabate huye uske bra khol diya. Uske perfect boobs dekh kar main heran reh gaya. Aur mene. As it was a routine work day I was not in my stockings but had on my sheer black glossy pantyhose and within 2 minutes I was reduced to just these and my 4 inch strappy high heels. They obviously had a prepared strategy and Alana grabbed hold of my legs and pulled them apart and then using her sharp nails, ripped a hole in my,by now,moist expensive hose so she could push her face right into my soaking crotch while Charlotte positioned herself just above the arm of the couch and eased her. She had a Dansette record player and she loaded a small collection of singles on it; flicked the switch; it began its cycle and played the first record. It was a slow one and she asked me if I wanted to dance with her. I told her that I couldn’t dance but I would try.I moved towards her and she put her arms around my shoulders. “Put your arms around me,” she said and I did so willingly. My hands were resting just above her hips and I was so tempted to slide my hands down and squeeze the. I was over reacting. His face stayed that way until Rachel crossed in front of the blinds and blocked my view. When she cleared my path, the good doctor, my boss, and supposed friend, was standing and embracing Rachel. They were locked in a tongue staining kiss that caused my blood pressure to rise. I had not expected to feel jealous. But, I was. I also felt a little betrayed, even though Rachel and I are divorced. I burned a little hotter as both of his hands dropped to Rachel’s ass and began.