"Richard has just said he couldn't imagine any other young man waiting so long. He's very special, Mary, and you and Ned should be proud of yourselves... We couldn't ask for a better son-in-law." Thank you, Deborah, we are very proud of him but then we love Tig too so yippee!"Deborah laughed. "Richard's opening a bottle of champagne at this moment. Have you two got a drink?" Great minds! Ned's doing just the same. Ooh, here he comes." Hang on, so's Richard. Thank you, darling. You two ready?". She moved her feet up my back, raising her hips off the bed. “Fuck me like a wanton slut.” I slowed and then I pulled out. My cock resting on her clit as I leant in to kiss her. “You are my wanton slut Heather.” I could sense Heather wanting to protest at the loss of my cock. I kissed down her neck. Kissing her breasts. Licking and sucking them Then I kissed down her tummy. Licking her belly button. Moving downwards to her clit as Heather moaned and writhed below me. She pushed her cunt closer. Then she slipped on a light green cardigan and she was ready. Her plan was this: She was going to make Dorothy Kaiser a proposition: Share Steve with her. If she seemed reluctant–Steve really was a find!–she’d back it up with a little feminine charm of her own. (For some reason, she suspected that Dorothy might be susceptible to that approach.) And if that still did not work, she’d produce the videotape and audio tape, tell her what was on them, and wait for the chips to fall where they may.. It was time to get serious.She slid her ass to the edge of the couch, hiking up her skirt."Mr. Rynolds?" she asked, as she lay back on the couch, and spread her legs, "Could you look at this? I want your opinion."As he looked up from his work, she went on."My mom got me these panties, and I think they're really cute."She ran her hand down her tummy, and started rubbing her pubic mound through the thin fabric."They're white cotton, and the little black flowers are stitched in silk." she.