.it went straight to my head and i found myself relishing the conversation and learning what she had to share. The time was flying and before you know...it was close to midnight. The flames from the fire provided ample light to take in her beauty. Every time she would get up to accomplish a task she did her best to give me an eyeful. The pale blue suit was like the sheerest of lingerie. A Bra and panties hiding her most sensitive of parts. The contrast of pale skin meeting the pale blue fabric. Strange to Rose at the time but Beth didn't come across as an older lady but rather more as a friend.Rose's mother was 55 and Beth wasn't anything like her mother. As the conversation went on, Rose noticed that Beth had taken a genuine interest in what she had to say. Beth had a way about her that draws you in and makes you feel at ease. The two women talked about friends, school and family and of course books. Both woman were avid readers and to Rose's surprise, Beth had every Danielle Steele. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased you, red, low cut, very short, with strategic black lack inserts. I was wearing stockings and with my legs crossed you could just see the tops, the gap between skirt, skin and stocking catching your eye, unable to look away. I'd planned this well.I caught your eye and we both stood together, reaching for each other, coffee forgotten now. Kissing, we moved towards the stairs. Hannah, having assured herself that Patricia was well and truly started, crawled up and lowered her itchy pussy to Michael’s eager lips. She sighed as he began to suck and lick, then she leaned forward to kiss her sister-wife. This caused Patricia to slow a little to prevent the two women from damaging themselves while they kissed.Not in the least concerned, Michael’s remaining three ladies slipped into the room, stripping as they entered. You might remember that Rachel and Cathleen tended to.