Peering through the peephole, I saw Frank. "Corky?" he said with quiet desperation in his voice. "You said we could talk any time I needed to?"As I ...pened the door, Frank caught full view of my lovely form in an ice-blue peignoir set. "Oh, were you already in bed?" he asked with an almost amusing lack of awareness. I saw that he was holding a take-outpizza box and a six-pack."Don't worry," I said with a small sigh. "Come on in."Frank plopped down on the couch, opened the pizza box, and. We complete the interview, Polly takes my photograph which will accompany the article. As the formalities are over I ask her if she would like something stronger than tea, she looks at her watch, it’s after 4 pm.“Why not, it’s never too early for a drink is it?”I open a bottle of red wine and pour out two glasses, we have a general chat about her career as a young journalist and her hopes for the future. She is an ambitious girl, telling me that she is only using the Herald as a stepping stone,. Nobody was saying anything. Sex and passion was just happening without conversation. Heavy breathing and panting was all that you could hear over the music.Peter had stripped to all but his white Lycra pants. His manhood was hard, and so obvious that he may as well have not been wearing anything.I was starting to feel overdressed, so I stood and stripped to my underwear.Peter sat on the sofa and toyed with his hard-on while he watched Jo and Tony kissing and fondling each other.I stroked my. He stared as it reached in translucent fingers over her bum till she was soaked in glistening lubricant. She tipped some more, closer down, so that it drizzled straight into her crack, trickling into her asshole so that it winked and slithering over her pussy’s swollen lips. Her hands reached, claimed those peachy round cheeks and massaged lovingly, coating them evenly till they wore the same satin sheen as her tits. An utterly unnecessary preparation for what she intended, but then her peering.