Vivienne is wearing a little top and a short skirt so I am touching her bare naked skin above her butt. I move my hand across her ass down to the edge...of the skirt and then up again under the edge. Here I find nothing but naked skin and not a single trace of panties."But Vivienne, you're not wearing panties either," I say. "Your are so lovely both of you."I move my arm back up on Vivienne's back until I can manage to feel my way inside under the top so I can brush the outermost of her soft tit.. I had my laptop, and I continued tending to my main business interests, everyday, for an hour or so, in the mornings, but I still managed to spend eleven or twelve hours a day, out and about, pursuing my hobby. It relaxed me, getting back to doing something I was so comfortable with. It was profitable too, but that was just a pleasant by-product, not my real reason for doing it.I was thinking too for that whole week. My dilemma was eating away at me, in the forefront of my thoughts the entire. She'd come down with MS three years earlier, and at first it didn't seem to effect her all that much, but little by little, it had claimed more and more of her physical abilities, until she was nearly always confined to her bed. So, there was a part of me that felt guilty for leaving her there, even though the day nurse we had hired would be there within at least a half hour. Yet that was not the only reason I felt a twinge of guilt! That arose from the fact that I was on my way to a glory. Chelsea felt him separate himself from her a little bit and undo his zipper. Pulling her against himself, Dillon flipped up the hem of Chelsea’s dress and pulled his now bulging cock out of his briefs. Chelsea separated her legs slightly and Dillon placed his member between her legs. He slid it between her legs so that her puffy pussy could coat it in her wetness. Chelsea gasped at how big it was. Andy’s cock was only about half as large as Dillon’s. Chelsea was so turned on by the thought of.