Bernham, had expressed interest in replacing her windows and it was his job to measure up and provide her with a quote. His tie straightened, his smil... fixed he pressed the doorbell. The door was opened by a woman, who by Terry’s reckoning was in her early forties. She was wearing a flimsy blouse which revealed the edges of her red satin bra, and presented him with a cleavage that he found difficult to ignore. “Good morning Mrs. Bernham. My name is Terry and I’ve come to measure you up.” He. We made a quick run into Boston proper, where I stopped to pick up season passes for the Boston Pops from the McKesson Group offices there. One of the corporate interns had been my legs on that mission, and her surprise end of the deal was discovering that two of the four ticket were for her.From Boston we took I-89 headed towards Manchester, New Hampshire, but we slipped into a Grav-car air corridor headed for Montreal within the first five miles. We ran along that corridor at top legal speed. They always get in the way. I said don’t be sorry. I did that on purpose. She looks at me with this smile and I move in for a kiss. She moves towards me and enthusiastically kisses me back. Shoving her tongue in my mouth. We are kissing for about 5 min when I put my hand on her left breast. Her nipples are so big I can fondle her nipple through her shirt. I’ve never had such a big and beautiful set of tits at my disposal before. I’m as hard as a rock at this point. Her hand grabs my now stiff. She then moved her had down to my crotch and grabbed and squeezed my balls, and pulled on the ring in the head of my cock at the same time. I knew my station and was trying really hard not to cum, but being poked and prodded like an object made me very horny. Mistress in the mean time had moved behind Alana and was fondling her ass and cupping her tits. Alana let me go and turned around and kissed Mistress while grabbing her ass. The two of them started making out and slowly striping each.