Sandy had lain down on her side facing him, once again propped up on her elbow. As before her leg rested against his aunt’s but now he had a clear ...iew of her rigid dick. His hands moved to Lisa’s hips, helping her bounce on his hard cock. He focused on her jiggling breast and sensuous nylons to take his mind off the stiff penis less than a foot and a half away. His left hand made its way down her thigh and eventually ran into Sandy’s calf. Again he froze, glancing at Sandy. She gave him. He mumbles no, just on the internet. I tell him we will need to fix that. I stand us both up and pull him close. I put his hands on the bottom of my shirt and have him help me pull it over my head. After we toss my shirt to the side I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I tell Brian to step back and look at me in my underwear. He does and I see the hard-on growing in his jeans. Now a take his hands again and wrap them around me. I tell him to undo my bra. Like most guys he struggled at. Even farther up, an evil, yet strangely beautiful face, with a knife-like nose, intense brown eyes, and long, raven-black hair, stared back at him. Even her lips - blood-red, full, and moist - were attractive, despite the evil sneer they displayed."Hvy?" she shouted. "You hvant to khnow hvy I'm doink thees?" No!" he yelled back. "I want to know why you're doing this!" Eeeek! Help me, Tiny!" cried a pretty voice in the background."Hvell, I'll chust tell you hanyhvay! Chu see, hmany yearss hago,. “Claire, who’s the guy at Reception in the blue suit?”Claire, the office manager, barely glanced up from her computer terminal.“James Foster. He’s joining Craig’s team.”“Who am I getting?”“Chloe McDonald. She comes highly recommended.”Emily leant in closer, grinning conspiratorially.“Can you switch them, please? Pretty please?”Claire looked at her, smirked and tapped her keyboard. “Done. But you owe me one.”Emily smiled and mouthed, ‘Thanks’ then went back to her corner office and rearranged.