She made him want to get up and start the day with a huge smile on his face. The joy he had found in between her thighs had been more than enough to s...ow him that he needed to ask this woman to marry him so he could tie her to the bed and fuck her every day until they both died from exhaustion. He grabbed her head to stop her as she bobbed her head faster and faster, not wanting to cum without making her happy first. She would have none of that though, she simply started to swirl her tongue. Shit, I am hurting. My raging hardon needs some TLC. Taking the last slug with my straw, making a hellish noise, a voice calls my name."Hi Don, would you like some company?"Looking up it is Miss Granger; she is the Miss Granger on my wet dreams. She is wearing a body hug maroon leather outfit consisting of slacks and a jacket, with matching purse and shoes. The way it is molded to her body she has no secrets. What my imagination fanaticized is now a reality. Her body is like a Venus; her figure. That's when I would see the tops of her stockings and the white long-leg pants, with the suspenders poking out. My cock would be so big and stiff it would ache - I remember once when they were all there sitting around and I was standing just in front of her and I could see right down into the bulge between her thighs and I came in my pants - right there while she was talking to me. She couldn't see it of course, I was wearing my long white apron but I had an idea even then that she knew. . .. Jessica and this is my husband, Andrew ... or Andy, for short. He’s been curious about the whole... ‘hot wife’ scene for a while now, but I think that he still struggled with it. The idea of being a permanent plaything to another man was perhaps a bit much for his jealousy to handle for a moment there, but that’s why I suggested that he join me in your service. Then we’d never be apart, right? We could serve you as a couple, as a team. So, we are yours now, right?” Jessica pleaded with me,.