Melanie used it wipe herself and then checked her skirt for wetness. None. She had lifted it high enough that it had been tucked away, underneath her,...away from the lucious love puddle on the bed. We stood together and embraced, kissing gently, and then she went into the adjoining bathroom to wash up."Why the fuck won't my pants stay up?" I quizzed myself.The button.I grabbed a length of wire off of the pile of parts on the table, wondering what the fuck all of this shit was for, and used it as. I would be damned if I didn't just about catch her with her hand up her own skirt. I couldn't be sure. Was she watching us and rubbing her wet cunt? Was she getting off watching? Her smile was devilish with mischief and I swear it looked as though she were shining with just a thin layer of sweat. San Diego has hot summers, especially ten miles in from the beaches. So I didn't want to let my imagination get the better of me. Besides, I had more important stuff to focus on. Like putting my hard. The stock market is being weird with the radical selloffs and the hot names might be getting to be too high and will suffer a correction." I thought about her statement that she was 'only' up 3% for the day, and realized that if she gained 3% every day just on the business days of the year she would be up 750% for the year!Katie said, "Jules let me make a few trades that I felt were going to be good and they turned out okay, but no big winner. I was using my own money and not the invested funds. I lifted her panties to one side, exposing her perfect pink pussy. It was begging for attention. I know. She hadn’t had sex in some time. (Remember the cheating husband?) I dove in, licking and tonguing her beautiful moist cunt. She never moved. Every once in a while a slight moan, but never a stir. I pressed her legs back, which arched her ass up. This exposed her tight little button. Since she was out (And I know she is a freak – this is why I am not sure if her husband cheats) I slowly slid.