He follows suit and goes to bed angry. Stephen wakes up once again and his wife has already left for work. His mind floods with memories from last nig...t and feels guilty for pressuring his wife. He Decides he needs to apologize when she gets home. But for now his attention was needed elsewhere. It has felt like his cock has been hard since yesterday morning. He really needed some relief. He closes his eyes and strokes his cock and immediately his mind is flooded of images of his stepdaughter. Wearing his favorite sheer pink baby doll nightie and some low heels with fluffy pop-poms on the toes, he was favorably impressed, to say the least.To get in the mood, and to dull the soreness between my legs, I had already gotten a head start in the cocktail department. He didn’t mind and seemed to find my resultant silliness attractive.I flirted with him as I cooked our dinner. At one point we held each other and kissed deeply. I whispered in his ear as I placed my hand on his crotch, “I want. "So, how about us all getting comfortable," I suggested, leading both men to the living room where I sat them on a couch and inquired if either of them would like something to drink. They both nodded their heads. I went into the kitchen and prepared them each a glass of scotch and returned to hand it to them."Will there be anything else?" I asked."Nah," Richard said. "How about you bringing that fine ass of yours over here," he patted the space between himself and Otis. "Let Otis and I get a. She opened the door and in he came. He looked immaculate in his suit with his dark hair swept back. In his hand were two champagne glasses and a bottle.“Julia, I am so sorry for being late. I got into a conversation with Christine, that new Kiwi stewardess with the tattoos. She’s interesting actually. Played women’s rugby in New Zealand but wanted to see the world. She’s nice and very good from what I hear.”Julia couldn’t give a shit about some Kiwi. All she wanted was Peter and his body. She.