I missed the freedom of being able to go with whoever I wanted and whenever I wanted. I’m feeling worn out. I miss him more than anything or anyone ...lse. I walk upstairs grudgingly to take my shower. I couldn’t stop thinking of his sweet gestures. He clouded my thoughts today instead of sitting at the back of my mind. I miss the feel of his arms around me, the feeling of having someone to kiss and hug, the feeling of his hand on mine giving it a tight squeeze, his hot breath on my neck, the. No, I was expecting Katie to deny her undeniable attraction to me while I was trying to find a convincing way to dismiss my own clear infatuation with her. But, it wasn’t infatuation, it was deeper, more permanent than that. It was a pot of water at the verge of a boil. It was a storm cloud just before a torrent of rain. This feeling was a pleasant ache on my soul.Neither of us spoke, and we conspicuously avoided looking at each other. I could feel the heat as my cheeks flushed red. Liz. I hired her for her abilities and her looks. At thirty-seven years old, she radiates sex. The mother of three boys, she was married, at the time, to a husband with a reputation for drug abuse.She preferred blouses that showed off her large, firm tits. We loved it, but the partners were afraid of the image it set for the clients. So sadly, we asked her to cover them up.We hit it off right away and worked well together. She loved to show off pictures of her boys, and I would show off photos of. So to the cinema. We arrived an hour early and went to the VIP area. We had free drinks, popcorn etc. We sat in the corner and Mrs V again started to flash her stocking tops. After about half an hour Mrs V wanted to move seats to the higher bar stools. Mr V soon found out why. Right opposite where we were sat were a young couple. Mrs V was facing them and under the table she had opened her legs. The couple were getting a great view of her stockings and pussy. You could tell by their faces they.