As I sat in my chair Audrey sat right in my lap. It wasn’t the first time that she had done that but on those other occasions I had my wife to help ...e out sexually. She usually had to help me out three or four times throughout the weekend.As Audrey sat on my lap both of us were well aware of what was coming up. I was getting very uncomfortable but Audrey just seemed to take it in stride. Soon it was creeping up between her legs. I was afraid that it would pop up into the air. That would have. She was wearing boots and tight jeans with a blue scarf that outlined her eyes and hung around her neck in the way that most well dressed women are expected to. She wasn't really the lesbian type, I thought then. She looked to be the socially perfect woman. Beautiful. Smart. Classy. Definitely straight. Maybe she was. Maybe she was only with me now out of rebellion to her parents or her ex or something. Just then, I didn't care, I was aroused. We flopped down onto the couch by the door. I. Bob, the company Sales Manager, was ‘drop dead gorgeous’, and had screwed at least four other girls from our office that I knew about. His nickname was ‘Bob the Builder’, after the cartoon character. “Do you want another drink?” he asked, when he returned. “That would be nice. A Southern Comfort and lemonade, please.” I replied. “Large one?” He asked. “I hope so!” I chuckled, and raised my eyebrows. With a little squeeze of my bum, he returned to the bar. I was standing alone, at our. "I didn't get a really good look at what I bid foryesterday, I'd like to see it modelled again to make sure it will suit mywife."He protested that he couldn't do that, but I insisted. I hinted that Imight have to let his father know how pretty he looked in it if I didn'tget my second viewing.He said he couldn't actually wear it to come over, but he supposed hecould change when he arrived so that I could see it modelled again. Itold him to come in by the back door and not to forget the shoes.