" You, ah... know I am fond of you and we've been fast friends here, but there's something I need to tell you, and please do not take it the wrong way... You know I have been accepted as a partner here, a principle, as Ross says. I don't think that you would feel right if all the others went out, and Ross stayed back and had lunch with you at your desk, right? If all the others came back and saw you with Ross talking and chit-chatting up a storm it would look funny and if you were to do it a. So I decided to see if I can play out my most wanted fantasy, fucking my husband's high school best friend, Michael. I have wanted him since the day I first met him, at his wedding about eight years ago. He was dressed in a form fitting navy suit, had spikey dirty blonde hair that made me want to run my hands through it. Combine that with the fact that I couldn't stop staring at his semi hard on through his trousers and I've thought of nothing but riding his rock hard cock until I can't take. Ashley climbed into the truck, saying nothing. Obviously, she's still pissed off about two different things now. Finally after a waaay too long uncomfortable silence. She blurted out:“So, Alan, how did it feel to make out with your own horny daughter?”“Ashley, I was terribly drunk last night and I wanted to make Sierra happy," at least his first sentence could be the truth. "I love you both and have suspected for quite a while you were girlfriends, and that is fine with me. So I am sorry. S was wearing a tight skirt as I said, and as he stood behind her he moved one hand to caress her breasts and the other down to her crotch and rubbed her mound through the material, S was writhing and moaning with pleasure!It was not long before the skirt came down, with S very much helping by undoing the zip and she was there in front of me stockings and heels with a small suspender belt and no panties! I had not realised that she had chosen not to wear knickers even when in the bar, she was.