She brought them to us and we toasted the show we had just put on. "Why don't you lay there and recover while I take care of your man. If that's ok wi...h you?" she asked. "That would be hot," I replied. Mia sat next to hubby on the couch. She leaned into him and began kissing him as she reached for his cock. Watching her petite hand wrapped around his thick dick and stroking it was such a turn on. There was no jealousy whatsoever seeing another woman pleasure my husband. I rolled onto my stomach. She felt his stomach push against her cheeks. “Aah," he groaned. He just stood, his cock fully inside her, lost in the sensation of her wetness and her heat surrounding it. Pulling back his hips he slid almost out, before once again sliding slowly back inside her. He started a slow, easy rhythm. As Angela moved started to mirror his movements he withdrew his length until just the tip was inside her. “Hmm?” slightly frustrated she looked back over her shoulder. He drove his cock in hard. . ?are you gonna share them?Me-No..!these are for personal use.She-personal use..? What’s that(she started to mock)Me-nothing.Her-so did you take my pics like that?Me-nothing. Why would I..?Her-Don’t lie. You only said that I look hot.Me-you do look hot.Her-so why didn’t you take the pic..?Me-i did.Her-let me see the pics.And then she forced me to send her cleavage pic and I sent her the most decent cleavage pic. And the she was like “my cleavage is that small?”Me-“no. Its the picture that’s. It would have been big enough for a quick fuck, without anyone noticing what we were up to. Stop it, Hugh. She’s not going to screw you, even if she flirted with you. You’re more than 30 years her senior. We talked for hours, I called in James, and we brooded over the evidence and precedents. Sometime around 11 p.m., James had gone home, and Nora was dropping off into sleep on my desk. I reached out to shake her awake, but she only grabbed my hand and stuffed it under her head for a pillow. I.