She thinks this sweater is kind of ho-hum, but it shows just enough cleavage to make you want to see much more, and it shows off the few freckles on h...r upper chest which drives me crazy. We sat down on the couch next to each other, kicked our feet up on the ottoman, and got comfortable, then started the movie.Sitting right next to one another, our arms and legs were touching, and just that mere contact was exhilarating. After a few minutes, she innocently put her hand on my thigh. Her touch. I promise. I’ll be faithful to you.”“Stand up,” I commanded. She got up from the bed and stood up. I thought she was going to start crying any second. “Now take off your clothes.”“What?” she asked, automatically taking off her top. “Why am I taking off my clothes?”“Because confession is a good thing and the truth shall set you free.” I said.Aya was wearing the faintest hint of a smile. I think she was expecting a sex game, and she wouldn’t be wrong, but this would be a sex game for my pleasure.. “Let me help ... ooo! I see you are quite behind; shall we go into the office here, George! Do you have a minute. I need your help”Together they look at the books and then go into the office to talk to Mrs Campbell. Mrs Campbell is an attractive forty four year old with two children. She stands five foot three in stockinged feet, but five foot six in the heels she always wears. They cause her to tense and tighten and lean in a way which emphasises her still well structured body. Slowly the talk. Every time I let him do something to me, he would tell me how pleased he was when it was over.Mildred reached between my legs and reached into Hank's shorts. His thick, meaty cock sprang forward and rested between my legs, against my hairless pussy lips. Mildred used her hand to press his dick up against me so that I felt it's warmth. She let go and his head bobbed and bounced off my stomach. Mildred reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a Polaroid camera. She took a photo of Hank's.