She glanced down and saw Helens’ nipples pushing at the material of her bra and shirt, her own doing the same. She swallowed as she felt a familiar ...armth building in the pit of her stomach. Unconsciously, she slowly slipped her left hand into her waistband, her middle finger creeping down over her clit as she watched the blowjob masterclass play out. She’d just started dipping her finger when she felt Helen’s left hand press down firmly over hers, clamping her hand in place. A silent warning,. Fast forward five years or so and I am still married and have a satisfying sex life. Friday night after work was always time for a few drinks with the boys, I never missed it. As the night wore on and people went home to their families the last two holdouts were John and me. John, unusual for the time, was an out gay man, he was slender, handsome, and charming. We had a work-friendly relationship that never amounted to more than brief conversations and sharing of jokes. I never had the. She thought it would be fun. But how would it fit. She could only guess that Daddy's prick would get even bigger when it was hard. When he got a boner. How would it fit into her mouth. Because that was what she was having a fantasy about now lying in her bedroom with Daddy in the kitchen making a drink before Mom came home. How would it fit.And how would it taste. When it was fresh from the shower. All clean and ready and hard. Or dirty and smelly after working in the shop. Her mouth watered. “Oh my goodness, Mac, is it hot in here or is it me,” Harriet chuckled as she felt the unmistakable hot flush of arousal and sexual tension causing her to burn up. When this happened in an openly sexual setting, Harriet took it as the signal to get naked and proceed to fuck Bud or whatever sexual partner she was about to have sex with. Harriet found Mac to be a very sexy and beautiful woman, but Harriet tended to be almost exclusively heterosexual, so she didn’t feel the arousal was bisexual at.