I wait for them to slow down before making my move. Coming up behind Nimrod, I lightly stroke my hand down his back. He shudders at my touch and looks...up. He gives me an apologetic grin. I motion for him to kneel at the head of the bed, with the head board behind him.He slows his rhythm and draws Saul to his knees. They back up in unison. Saul looks at me in his passion dazed brain and gives me a sultry grin. Nimrod has been giving Saul his own hand job all the while. I join them when they are. With a nod of acquiescence, we slipped away and found refuge next door, giggling like two schoolgirls skipping class rather than middle-aged businesswomen.As we worked our way through a bottle of delicious Australian Chardonnay, she quietly grilled me on who I was and what I did. I still felt embarrassed; God knows why, that I was self-employed, working out of my spare room as I built up my design agency. When I told her I'd done the brand identity for a rather up and coming restaurant, she. Now the sets were done and both rolled heads covered with pink nets. The table would be cleared of hair accessories and the cooking would begin. Herb would watch through the day as the food was prepared and as his mother and sister moved about the kitchen. Now and then, he would catch a scent of the drying setting lotion, mixed with the mouthwatering smell of roasting turkey and hot apple pie. In the mid-afternoon, while the turkey was in the last stages of browning, Mom and Carol would go to. After that, Darla had to force herself to concentrate on inserting the Ben Wa balls into her already wet and now bald pussy. Once the large metal balls were in, she put back on her thong panties. lowered her toga skirt, grabbed her keys and license, and then headed for the car.As Darla walked to the car she could hear the metal clinking sound of the balls, and she could feel the objects moving up against the thin membrane that separated her love canals. Yet even though it felt wonderfully.