"Only one? Darling, you're slipping. Maybe the stuff is wearing off."I promised to show her after work whether it was wearing off.I got to the flat te... minutes before I had told Yvonne to arrive but she was waiting outside in the street. She was clearly overjoyed to see me but also deeply confused about what was going on. I hurried her inside and into Fran's bedroom, where she looked at the bed and then at me. Despite the hesitancy of her general demeanour, her eyes blazed with desire. She made. It was just a fantasy. As Gregg parted Dorothy's legs and placed his tongue-tip just inside her cleft to run it gently up and down, he was already dreaming of cheating on Jen. He couldn't wait to meet her and at least be her boyfriend or fiancee, so that sex with her sister Dorothy would continue. It would keep sex with married Dorothy hot, taboo, exciting and intense, too. Dorothy looked over at the picture of her husband. "Finally", she thought and she gulped. "Finally I'm breaking free of. She wondered if she had dressed too sexily. Her dark green, one-piece dress had a hemline halfway up her thighs. The neckline dove all the way down to her navel, exposing the white cleavage between her lovely breasts. She wore black nylons held in place by a frilly garter belt, the snaps becoming exposed whenever she sat or bent low. She had applied more make-up than usual and dabbed herself with an excessive amount of perfume. She told herself she had dressed this way because she knew all the. ..nnn! This... is... lovely!"Helen gyrated her finger up in Susan's hole and hooked out a good sized lump which plopped into the bowl.Helen said, most urgent tones, "I want to do one, I WANT TO DO ONE!"Susan stood, "Okay!" while reaching down and around between her thighs to poke and rub at her shitty hole. "But I am going to arrange a little assistance!" What do you mean?" You'll see!"Susan went over to the bathroom cabinet and brought out a long plastic nozzle with a large rubber bulb at one.