I was starting to understand why Jeanne loved acting like a slut so much. The next day was Sunday. Amy, Mel and I spent the afternoon watching pro foo...ball. They're both avid fans. I am too. After dinner Jeanne called. The four of us chatted for over an hour. During our conversation Jeanne finally admitted that her new life style was beginning to create some tension at work. This wasn't a surprise. Jeanne was employed by an extremely conservative law firm. They took pride in being staid pillars. While I could tell it was her from a distance the conditions were not good enough to get any pictures of her to show my father. Next they got up and left so we followed then to the car park where they took off in a flash convertible.That night I played it cool about what I had seen and with my friend hatched a plan to take her down a notch or two. Better yet out the door.Most afternoons now Zoë would be out by the pool when I came home but I usually went straight upstairs but today I went. He's standing a few feet away with his arm around the attractive older woman who is obviously his wife. They look nervous but excited.The man said, "There's no polite way to say this. My wife and I have been watching. We haven't heard enough to really understand what's going on. But it seems pretty obvious where this is going and we were wondering..."He took a deep breath, obviously gathering his nerve and said, "We'd like to go with you."I think the only reason his request was followed by a. I would go wild with wanting to fuck her & to be inside of her, but I wait! & my mouth slowly works it's way down to her pussy, she would say that she can't take more, but I gentle lick & kiss her swollen cunt, teasing it back into wanting more & more, & my mouth takes her 'pussy into the whole of my mouth, so that none of her juice is wasted, & her sweet little clit I take between my lips & suck hard on it.I ask her to you use her fingers at the same time, so that you can feel how much I need.