“It would be my pleasure to pleasure you,” he deftly noted, looking straight at me.Oh boy. I was in deep trouble. Jim’s steely blue eyes practic...lly melted me right there. He moved my hand from his chest to his side, as he stepped in closer to where I stood.“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” he added.Oh hell. I was in lust within seconds.I looked past Jim to Roxanne.“You set this up, didn’t you?” I pressed.“Maybe,” Roxanne replied.Maybe my ass. Jim’s hand was now on my side, pulling me. " I smile, glad of my choice for dinner, even happier to have made you happy with an added secret ingredient as I contemplate the other secrets I have, just waiting to spring on you. Speaking of which."Come, I have a surprise for you," I quip with a playful grin, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the kitchen."Ok, close you eyes!" What!? You want me to close my eyes, trust a nearly complete stranger who probably has nefarious plots churning around behind those blue eyes of yours?"I. Every Friday, for the past two or three months, the bus had been practically empty apart from one man who sat near the back. He was habitually dressed in a smart black suit, with a black leather briefcase balanced on his knees. He was always studiously reading what appeared to be essay papers through round-lensed, rimless spectacles. Lydia referred to him in her mind as ‘The Professor’. Every Friday she would board the bus, walk to the back, and sit in the double-seat directly across the aisle. “Janet, you wonderful woman,” I moaned, bucking on Frank's hardon.He groaned, his finger probing my spasming ass as my pussy clenched and writhed. Juices squirted out of my cunt, splashing into Janet's hungry mouth. She moaned her delight, gulping down my cream. Her touch stirred through me, keeping me gasping and moaning, spasming on my husband's lap.I heaved and thrashed. My entire body went rigid for a moment. And then I relaxed into a puddle of delicious bliss. I breathed out my nose,.