Sylvie turned the chair back. There was silence as Marion stared at her reflection. Staring back was the face from a glossy fashion magazine."That's n...t me." She spluttered. Sylvie agreed."No, it's not you. I think that person is ... Marianne, yes Marianne. A beautiful lady of a certain age. Confident in herself, willing to take on the world and to take pleasure when she chooses as she chooses." Marion looked askance at her new friend."Are you sure about that? I doubt that I could take on the. I went over to the open doorway."Hello, Ellen. How are you feeling?" Are you going to say anything about what Shirley told you happened over at her house? To my mom I mean." No. It isn't something that I need to get involved in. It didn't happen here at work. I hope you're feeling better. That was not the smartest thing you ever did. I hate to think of how your mom would have taken it if you had succeeded." I know. I've thought of that too. I don't think she could take it if I did it, not after. Simon and I watched this development from the fringes and we were delighted that the shy Chris had so quickly developed the necessary social skills and got himself into a close friendship with two other studs, so quickly. Chris then told us that he and his two friends, both of whom were not short of cash, had decided to go off for the summer and spend six months on a Greek island with an experienced trainer, with a view to developing both their bodies and their cocks. Antonio had put them in. And when she bent over to get something to my surprise she wasn’t wearing her normal thong but nothing at all and that was all I needed to know. So I said to her what is this favor she wanted, and she then turned to me and lifted her shirt and said suck on my pussy. I then notice how wet she was and that she was shaved nice clean wet pussy to lick. She pushed me down on her bed and slowly crawled on top of me. With her legs on each side of my waste, she leaned in and we started kissing. I then.