I flex them back and forth, making my tight little hole even wetter. Feeling left out, my other hand reaches in to seize my throbbing clit. I capture ...he swollen nub between two fingers and stroke it in hard, tiny circles. My stomach muscles tighten as I shove a third finger inside. My pussy stretches to accommodate. The gentle pain of it causes me cry out.Now drenched with my sweet juices, I lick the fingers that have been delivering so much pleasure to my clit. I scoop the warm saliva from my. Even if Trisha didn’t want to go any further with Robert tonight, I sure did! “Well, how would you rate that then?” I asked Trisha once we were alone in the bedroom, “was it okay?” “Mmmm, maybe even a little better than okay! He's a good kisser isn't he!” she giggled. I was starting to feel like a teenager at a slumber party! I stifled a grin, then focused on our mission with Trisha for this evening. After all, we hadn't invited her home with us for nothing. But first of all I needed to be sure. Suddenly, something heavy fell from within the top and hit the floor with a muffled sound. And there it was. The icing on the cake.A dark purple padded bra. The padded bra I had seen my aunt wearing when she accidentally flashed me mere minutes ago.It looked oh so arousing, lying on the floor, its material shining in the light. I brushed it with my fingertips and instantly retracted my hand. It was still warm from her body. "Fuck," I whispered, picking it up to inspect it, its slutty padded. It had been months since he'd even skirted a "regulatory irregularity." So, that wasn't likely to be it.It almost certainly wasn't a question of "workplace appropriateness." The last settlement had been expensive. Hell, he was still paying a Park Avenue shrink for mandatory counseling sessions that could only be worse if he actually bothered to go. Now, he just didn't talk to the women at Coleman at all. He saved his socializing for after work. Getting slapped was cheaper than getting sued. And.