The got out and he went over to them. “Hello Jennifer have you come to help as well.”“I have, the look on your face is classic. I suspect you di...n't even know I owned jeans did you?”“I didn't think about it but your so different. I like the more informal Jennifer.”“Getting fucked by someone you have fancied for years does a lot for your mood.”“What you and Quentin, bloody hell.”“Yes. I hope that Quentin's right and it doesn't upset your mother. By the way I have gone further than that thanks to. You put the car in park, open the door, open your umbrella and get out. You take a deep breath and look up at the building. You wonder if you are ready for the demands of a full day after being out of the workforce for so long, but you are up for the challenge and excited to be at it again. You head towards the front door and enter the main lobby. Inside you see a stunning woman in her mid-40s. You make eye-contact. She walks over to you with her hand extended. ‘Welcome. My name is Claire. I am. Finished with her presses, she scooted down onto her back to perform some dumbbell flies. I was happy to see that she had to spread her legs slightly in order to maintain her balance on the ball. With the current position she was in, I was treated to a straight on shot of the glistening treasure between her legs. "I'd love to bury my face between her thighs" I silently mused as I enjoyed the view.With the exception of a short cropped, two-finger wide landing strip of hair on top of her pubic. She rarely wore a bra so she ended up sitting on the chair in her thong and shoes. She had no intention of disobeying Rachel’s orders by getting involved physically but she thought she might rub one off before this was over.Just as Jennifer finished getting undressed, Rachel screamed her orgasm, her voice muffled by having her head surrounded by Jill’s fleshy thighs. The two women were catching their breath and wiping their mouth. Jill had not had her orgasm but didn’t seem in a hurry. Rachel.