That morning she had given a short presentation at the conference. She had worn a charcoal business suit, knee-length skirt and jacket, with a tightly...cut ochre-toned blouse, open to the third button, sheer black stay-ups and her favourite black, patent leather stilettos. To complement this corporate ensemble she had worn ice-pink lipstick, pearl stud earrings, and the other jewellery she was still wearing. Along with this she had worn a liberal splash of the perfume she’d brought along on the. Then surprisingly she took the vibe herself and treated me to a truly spectacular solo display of female self pleasuring, the stuff of dreams, well my dreams. I watched transfixed instinctively wanking my slippery prick until I was right at the edge.When she'd cum enough and her lovely body had stopped twitching from the post orgasmic aftershocks Wifey asked if I would like her to face sit me while she made me cum, Ohhh! Yesss!. She helped me to lay flat on the bedroom carpet, then softly. "What's up, Squirt," he finally asked."She heard screaming last night," Anne said blandly. "She came into my room to ask if you two were hurting each other." Lynn was at the sink and Jack could see her face blush a bright red; he thought it was kind of cute."We weren't hurting each other, Squirt," he said. "We were just playing Mommy and Daddy games." Oh," she said visibly relaxing. "You were having sex." Well," he drawled, "We like to think of it as making love." Not the way you two were doing. It took me a second to realize it was his tongue! Then I could hold it in no longer; I moaned and arched my back as he finger-fucked me and licked me at the same time. Soon I was near coming, and barely noticed when he stood up (without ceasing the motion of his fingers), lifted my gown over my neck, and fondled my breasts and stomach with his other hand. “Oh, yes, ” he sighed, squeezing my tit lustfully. He bent down and sucked one breast, then the other, fondling them at the same time. He.