That only we can share he whispered his breath going ragged. He let his hands hold onto my hips. I looked up to think, then with a smile no I said, s...ipping round him. He wasnt having it. He pulled me back dont make me beg he said his hands going round my hips to my arse, grasping it. but I like it when you beg I said licking my lips. He picked me up by my arse and placed me on the bed, spreading my legs. He let the tip of his toung flick my clit. I grab onto his arms digging my nails into his. He is now twenty six and I am eighteen.Anyway, this story is not about Adam, it's about his wife Sophie. Last week Adam and Sophie, and their daughter Emma, came around my parent's house where I live, for dinner. I said hello, but being busy with exams, talked for a little bit and then excused myself to go study. About an hour later Sophie came upstairs to put little Emma, only two years old, in the bed in the spare room to sleep. She smiled to me but said nothing.As she went into the other. I continued to massage the lotion into Emma's skin, making my way passed her knee I decided to get back to my feet and lift her leg in order to do her shin. This gave me the perfect view of her clitoris, and she knew it. Despite not being able to see her eyes, I could feel them on me. I finished the leg and just as I had laid it down she lifted her other one, not only upwards but outwards.I then went a different way, I raised her leg back up and sat at the bottom of the lounger, in between her. She is probably the prettiest of all the friendsthat I have," I replied honestly."She is home now I think. I'll message and double check. Why don't youcome home with me and we can talk to her together," Mrs Mehta replied,picking up her phone to message."Like, go now?" I asked uncertainly."Yes, now, if you don't mind? It would be a huge favor for me. Ah yes,she's home," Mrs Mehta announced, as she got up and picked up her bag toleave.I wanted to be in this powerful woman's good books so I.