You shake your head at me and say, “If I come in, that dress is coming off and we won’t get any where.” I smile, relieved. Even though you have ...een all of me in various stages of undress, I am still self-conscious. I have curves. I am not a twig and I was unsure how things would translate in real time. I always thought you were sexy, but the pictures haven’t done you any justice.You tell me the safe word is Kitten. I don’t know at this point who the safe word is for, but I say okay. You ask if. Sheila stated that we both had an additional three days to practice andthat we were to begin the tourney Saturday evening at bed time! Onceagain she only smiled and sat down at one of the dinning room chairs andasked that I join her for the much needed practice. Its one thing toplay sex games in the bedroom with the lights out and an entirelydifferent environment in your dinning room with the lights on and youwife sucking on a plastic phallus. I walked to the other end of the houseand watched. ‘Yeah, they were,’ she hated the way her voice shook as she spoke. He crouched down and picked up her travel mug, looking at the pattern of little animals on the cup. ‘This is cute,’ he said, holding the mug up to her, ‘I don’t think it’s broken so that’s something at least.’ She took her mug from him, unsure why he was talking to her, she was suspicious as he lifted up her soggy notebook and got to his feet. ‘These are ruined, I don’t think you can salvage any of this,’ he said, trying to. Fancy some?? His eyes were burning bright and by the bulge in his pants I knew he wasn't going to refuse. As I stood there Tom reached round me and undid the buttons on my blouse, took my Bra off and cupped my boobs from behind, pointing them at Gav. I thought his eyes were bulging before but now he looked ready to pop. I freed Gav's straining dick and leant forward taking him deep down my throat. I felt Tom's hands on my arse, and then he slipped a finger into my sopping wet twat. With his.