Clare, TJ and Morg arrived by hire ground car from the London City Airport where they had parked "Bulb". They were shown into the main conference hall...and all moved to one end of the massive dark oaken table which seemed to fill the room.The artificial lighting did not help the sombre atmosphere of the place, surrounded as it was by traditional oil paintings of stern visaged First Sea Lords of centuries gone by; the ones rated by their successors as being successful. Not even the occasional. As we talked he started massaging slowly up my warm legs. I told him how nice that felt and scooted down further so now my pussy was next to his erection over his lap. I did a slow wiggle and moaned slightly as his hands got further up my legs. I closed my eyes and opened my legs some as an invitation to massage my pussy.….I put a blanket over his lap, my legs and pussy. I hadn’t had this much sex fun since high school. As his hands worked their way up to my pussy, I took his one hand and. “Get away, they’re skinny, and call me Denise” I says back, blushing to my roots.“No they’re not, they’re lovely. I hope I’m not offending you.”“No, no,” I said, turning my knees to the side, like they was embarrassed at being looked at. “You aint offending me. Just, I noticed you looking at my legs ages ago, but I didn’t think you was interested.”He leaned forward. “Well, you must realise that it’s very awkward making advances to a married woman, Denise.”“Is that what you’re doing, making. Slowly I lifted her saree till her upper thighs,I could partly see the maroon panty.Wow!!!! Wat a thighs she possessed.Her thighs were really fleshy and it was almost saggy.In that light she was like a gold queen.I took oil and massaged and pinched her thighs so gently that I could feel the flesh she had.I did the same for both the legs.I said boldly i need to massage her upper thighs I knew she had lost contrl she said Arun proceed and closed her eyes.I totally lifted her saree and her lower.