The tip was growing dark with his arousal. Already precum beaded the tip. I licked my lips in hungry delight, grasping his dick with my right hand, th... left sliding beneath my nightgown and pushing aside the panties I wore to sleep.I was hot and juicy, my silky pubic hair caressing my digits as I stroked up and down my vulva, touching my tight slit. I shuddered, teasing myself, digging into my plump folds to brush my hard clit and sending hot shudders through my body as my tongue licked up the. She was comfortably dressed for the ride in a calf-length denim shirtdress, almost a jumper, with a low-cut front and back and relatively open sides. It was normally worn with a tee shirt or a sweater under it, and she had worn it with a turtleneck at the office that morning, but she had left that at home. She had also left her underwear at home. Peter had noticed her lack of a bra as she had jiggled in the seat of his Jeep, but it was obvious now. She had unbuttoned the dress, all except for a. She has a client in 10 minutes, her second of the day. She tells me in mock disgust about her first client, his shriveled cock, gesturing with her little finger as she cackles. The next one is a rich Arab on a brief trip – her favourite kind, apparently. I feel my clit throb as she tells me, look at her vulgar red lips and imagine them wrapped around the shriveled cock. I can’t help but think of it as she kisses me goodbye. I am horny. I can feel the slipperiness of my labia sliding against. About an hour later, we showered, individually, then dressed for dinner. I’d brought along one of my sport coats and a nice pair of slacks, plus a good pair of leather loafers. Bethany put on a skirt and blouse, and a jacket that matched the skirt. Once we were dressed, we headed to the country club where we’d been for our very first date.“Do you remember that first time here?” she asked.“How could I forget? I was with the most beautiful girl at the turnabout dance, and a girl who, unbeknownst.