I felt his hands grasp hold of my buttocks, fingers pressing hard into my skin, nails scratching at the soft flesh, and with a little difficulty he hi...ched me up so I was sat on the sink. I leant back against the mirror, my pussy beginning to drip onto the porcelain underneath me. He crouched slightly, making himself more level with my pussy, his hands rubbed up the inside of my thighs, his callused fingers creeping further and further up, the tattoo of his wife on his arm rubbing against my. He smiled as she looked and spotted him. ‘Who are you?’ She gasped. ‘I’m Frank. Who are you?’ ‘I’m Denise. Connie’s associate and friend. Is she busy?’ ‘Yeah. A little bit. You want me to share a message for her?’ Denise shook her head. ‘That’s okay. I’d rather speak with her myself.’ He looked her over. ‘You don’t trust me?’ Denise shrugged. ‘I don’t know you. So I have no idea who you are. What are you doing here Frank?’ He laughed. ‘Teaching Connie some manners and stuff!’ Her eyebrows rose. But I don’t exactly have a queue of admirers waiting to stoke the flames of passion.”This last was said with a cheeky grin and she held my look a few seconds longer than necessary to convey to me her unspoken message. She leant forward again to pick up her coffee cup, and this time there was no doubt, her breasts were gloriously unsupported. I made sure she noticed my look linger on her cleavage before with a mutually conspiratorial smile, we continued.“But what about you and your wife?” she. Suddenlythe panties released themselves and lay open on that side. Markhad cut them open. He then reached over to her other hip andsnipped the other side open, then reached down, being verycareful not to touch her vagina region, grabbed the panties andpulled them quickly from her body. They slid, wading a bit inthe crack of her buttocks, which sent a wave of warmth throughher, before they released themselves from the pressure of herweight on the back of them. She then heard Mark lay the.