The feather continued to tickle your sides and waist, moving, inching its way towards your moist sex. I kissed your belly and parted your swollen lips... running the feather lightly over your exposed clit. Your hips jumped and bucked, trying to get away from the teasing feather as you giggled and moaned. I enjoyed watching as white liquid began to seep from your lips, coating the light feather. The intoxicating smell was drawing my lips to your sex. I removed my clothes, while at the same time,. . And he was at this time coming to our home sometimes after hours to go through work details with her. Often when I would be out, as I worked evenings then. Well, one night I came home early. He boss had just left, and she had just her nightgown on. There was an empty condom pack on the lounge floor, and a used condom in the shower. I said nothing about it and pretended not to notice but I felt sick. I jerked off about it a lot. Especially since I found out he was having her in the arsehole. Um. Really?" I'm just messing with you Ashley. The negligee's belong to an old girlfriend, who stops by every few months. Why don't you call your parents why I throw your things in the dryer."Handing her his cell phone, he stepped out of the room and Ashley dialed, her mind running back to the beautiful negligee's upstairs and how they might feel on her naked body.She sat on the floor, her legs crossed when Bob walked back in, catching a glimpse of her naked pussy under her very tiny skirt.. ‘This must be serious.’ She had a smile that let me know it was part tease. ‘Have you taken him home to meet your parents?’ ‘I’m planning to do that on our 50th anniversary.’ ‘Yeah, I guess you didn’t get the way you were by accident.’ ‘How was I?’ Oops, she’d forgotten who she was talking to and momentarily lapsed into candor. ‘Self-assured.’ Self-centered. ‘Poised.’ Aloof. ‘In control.’ Controlling. ‘You shouldn’t be an English major, Jen, you should be training for the diplomatic service..