I looked down at my cum-covered cock, as did Phyllis. There was spunk everywhere. We both giggled a little and laid there for 15 minutes or more catch...ng our breath, periodically kissing and telling each other how incredible it was.“Well, I hope you don’t think we’re done.”Suddenly Phyllis went down on my cum-caked cock, sucking and licking up all the cum. I was so turned on by the fact she was not only eating my cum but hers as well. She used her same technique again of deep throating me and. I've selected a mini skirt, a tight, button up cashmere sweater and a pair of heels. "I want you to button up the sweater just high enough to keep your tits from slipping out from under the sweater but no more. I want everyone to see your lovely tits." An hour or so and you are finally ready to get on the road when I tell you that you should get on the bed on all fours. As you walk around in the heels I want to see your tits bouncing around and your nipples rubbing up against the sweater. I. Pete wouldn't be fazed by the money and would keep Rachel's feet on the ground, and stop her from going and blowing it, so it was a good result.Corrine arrived Friday lunchtime. We met her at the station, and she was a copy of Della, same big boobs, plump but not fat and a happy round face, really they could have been twins. There was 2 years between them. We went for a meal that evening at a local restaurant. It was the first time I had been out for a proper evening out, rather than trawling. Mr. Jennings was a man of simple tastes, not desiring the impossible and perfectly happy with tenure and the paycheck of a teacher. What he wanted wasn’t world peace, but marital peace!He had a litany of complaints about his wife, many of them in the sexual arena. Most of them boiled down to the fact that he considered her fat, stupid, and lazy. For example, she never wore clothes that turned him on, and she never initiated sex. They had an average, middle-aged sex life, meaning they screwed.