The door opened. Doreen was standing there in another, newly-bought green dress which hugged her boxy form, made curves out of her heavy breasts and b...oad hips. Carl, the doctor who owned the house, welcomed her with warmth but a veneer of discretion; he might never have been closer to her than two people at the same table. No sign that he had once pounded his cock into her from behind as she watched others fuck.She gave him a peck on the cheek and they went inside. Inside she took his hands. All went well early on. Questions from the attendees kept the discussion on target and engaging. I got lost in the task at hand until about 20 minutes in.My gaze dropped to the front row. As it did, Deborah bent forward to retrieve something from her briefcase. I got an eyeful of her cleavage and more as she stayed right there in search of whatever it was she needed. When she straightened back up, her eyes caught mine and offered a look that told me her move had absolutely nothing to do with. "What are you doing?" I ask, a little worried."Well it only seems fair that you got to see what I have, I should be able to see what you have." She smiles evilly and walks back to the couch and sits down. "Now, you show me what you're packing or I'll tell Tim you were staring at me while I was getting dressed." Won't Tim get suspicious that I'll be down here for so long?" Just tell him that you were helping me set up my new iPad," she says pointing to an iPad sitting on the end table. "Now. Charlene and Rod were looking at a framed picture on the wall, so they had not noticed the byplay. Colleen turned away, and walking towards the kitchen, she swung her hips, letting me watch the wiggle as she walked. I breathed deep, oh fuck, this was turning out to be one heck of a welcome wagon. I walked over to Charlene, and she pointed to the print, and Rod told us about it, and it gave me a chance to calm down.I heard the clink of glasses, and Colleen reappeared, still with that smile on.