She was so old school that she even wouldn't let the waitressserve her husband but always had to take his drink from her tray and then,in turn, serve ...t to Ward like a good Stepford housewife. I wondered ifthey had any little Beavers running around their house. I madea silly joke. Then there was a man costumed as a sheik and his three "slave girls" alldressed fresh out of an I Dream of Jeanie episode. Except, once I wasintroduced and said what nice costumes they all had on, Richard. I lay on my bed with just my boxer shorts on, then about half an hour after Erika had left there was a knock on my door again. “Who is it?” I enquired, hoping it was maybe Sam. I was now ready for a fuck. “It’s Ms Harcourt” came the reply. “Who?” I asked again as I approached and opened the door. There stood in the entrance was a slim tall attractive woman, shoulder length bright red hair and pale skin. She pushed her way past me and entered my domain. “Well hello Ms Harcourt, if you don’t mind. I loved the affection and attention I was receiving. I was constantly kissed, hugged, petted and fondled in the kitchen, living room, dining area by either or both of my lovers. When both men were home, I could not seem to keep my clothes on. One of the guys would pull my shirt over my head or remove my pants or shorts to leave me scurrying around wearing only my bra and panties, or less. It became a game of sorts, 'who could keep Jill wearing the least clothes?' I eventually gave up. I would. I throw myself back and grip your thighs to hold myself steady as I push you deeper into me and grind myself against you. You thrust upwards into me making me weak at the knees and I collapse onto your chest kissing you deeply with my hot boobs squashed against your skin. I turn onto my back and you are inside me immediately, filling me completely. I grab hold of the headboard behind me and lift my legs so I can tilt to get you deeper. You grunt in my ear and push yourself into me, releasing.