‘You can stand up, you know’ she smiled. Her smile was captivating. I straightened up and tried to laugh. ‘I’m Sophie,’ she continued. ‘Yo... must be my father’s new servant.’ Her English was impeccable but there was a trace of a French accent when she spoke – I thought I might melt right there just listening to her gorgeous voice.‘That’s right, I’m David’ I replied, walking towards her and extending my hand, which she took and shook daintily. ‘Nice to meet you – is your father here?’‘He’ll be. Getting away like this on a weeknight was a rare treat.She threw on her dancing skirt, that came almost to her knees but was split on both sides to allow for energetic movement, with the tan thong underneath, that looked almost nude. Bec loved showing off, though she was warned regularly that it was close to indecent the way she wiggled herself. She didn't take the risk of not wearing a bra, which she almost always preferred, because Mum might notice and ground her at the last minute. Becca had. The other part of me thought sharing her was the only way to keep a woman who was so far out of my league. As I drank in her sexy body, Sue just grinned at me as she enjoyed my lustful inspection of her naked body. Once upon a time, many years ago she might have been shy and would have blushed. But twenty-five years together and the games we’d recently played had blown away any such modesty. She just grinned, slightly pushing her boobs out further and sucking in her tummy a fraction. Enjoying. “Take me to bed, get your cock inside me and I’ll tell you all about Adam and his very large cock!” I teasedWe both scrambled up the stairs removing outer garments on our journey. When we reached the bedroom Hubby was naked and I was standing in Garters, stockings, shoes and thong. Looking back down the stairs, the carnage of our disrobing was plain to see.Hubby held my thong and slowly slid it from my mound and down my stockinged thighs. The powerful scent of sex filled both of our nostrils as.