Enveloped in the tunnel of mutual friction-able gratification. Donna was getting herself off reasonably quietly right next to the young couple. Workin... her clit with one set of fingers and another set of digits deeply stirring her moist mature motherly slit.A hedonistic trinity. A carnal threesome on the assembly line of climax. A triumvirate of happiness exploding through individual bodies in instances of their lives.Donna shamelessly felt the pleasure plateau popping through self just before…. But some things ... Like Peter told me to quit smokin' so I quit. It pissed me off, but I quit. An' this maintenance thing; if Ida had my pick, Ida been on the boat fishing with Uncle Edward 'steda on the dock scrapin' six month worth of barnacles offa heavy chain. Peter told me to do it, so I'm doin' it.We made this agreement. He plays the master thing an' I play the servant an' we see what that does if anything. Nothin' sexual, no pain, just control stuff which sounded like bullshit at first. She sucked and licked and slurped at my nipple. I set to work removing her top. She lifted her arms over her head and allowed me to easily slip the top off. She also chose not to wear a bra. She sat back on the sofa, giving me my first proper look at her body. She was incredible. Her olive tan shone in the lamp light, the only exception were the tan lines around her breasts, which drew perfect attention to them. They were large, but not overly big, with two perfect brown nipples. Her hair was. ...” I smiled. “Fancy seeing you here?” she said. “You getting a new posing pouch in Ann Summers?” she enquired. For those of you not in the UK who don’t know what Ann Summers is, it’s a chain of ‘fairly safe’ adult/sex shops (lingerie mostly) which you find, like Victoria’s Secret in the USA, in most large towns and malls.I just grinned and looked her up and down. She was wearing a skin tight black stretch dress with a plunging neckline which displayed her boobs wonderfully, and I was pretty.