Suddenly the foot was gone but before I could react Becky’s lips were pressed against my own as her finger entered my slit and her thumb pressed aga...nst my clit.“Fuck, Fuck, Yes,” I was thrashing in my lover’s arms as I lost control and surrendered to the sensations shaking my body.“OH FUCK, that was wonderful,” I murmured as I ran my fingers thru Becky’s hair.“You're beautiful when you cum,” she replied, a tear in her eye, “I so love and adore you.”‘Meatloaf’ added, “You took the words right. " When she opened the door and came in I was struck dumb. The first things to enter were her exquisite legs. Clad in black stockings, they shimmered as they moved. The rest of her was aces as well. This babe was a looker, a butter and egg fly. She stood in front of my desk waiting for me to invite her to sit down. I was dizzy with the dame and couldn't make my vocal chords work. I finally croaked out something which she took as an offer of a chair. She was like poetry in motion when she folded. My erection pained me within my trousers. I had NEVER felt such a collection of blood there as right then.In an instant she was on her knees in front of me untucking my shirt and running her hands down my front.. She stood up, leaned over and again buried her tongue as she undid my shirt and discarded the tie. I was now bare chested except for her face as she licked and nibbled her way downward. My hands were on her back forcing her more against me as if THAT were possible.She stopped at my. I don't think they'll detract too much. Lines on a face give it character."Mavis looked surprised that she'd said that and then laughed to cover her own blush. "Of course I'd say that. Old women want to believe lines make for character."Rachel was surprised. Mavis Milleson might be in her mid thirties, but she was certainly no old woman. "How would you know?" she asked, meaning it to be a compliment. "Have old women told you so?"There were titters from several of the other women, Meg among.