Getting out the personal lubricant we kept in a bedroom drawer, I coated my right hand with the slick gel. Wrapping that hand around my cock, I began ...o fuck my slippery fist, imagining it was Miranda’s wet pussy. I came fast and hard, my body shuddering with the force of my climax. My cock head quickly became unbearably sensitive, forcing me to stop. I lay still, wondering what would happen next with my neighbour.Hunger eventually forced me from my bed. I showered, had breakfast, and then. Some slipped out and splashed her tits. Rubbing it in she looked filthy. I was so proud that my wife could still turn on a young man like Stephen. Wanking my own cock I heard noise coming down the path to our chalets.“Bob, is that you?”Fuck, I looked up to see Sue, Stephen’s mum coming towards me.Trying to get my cock in my boxer shorts I was too late.“What are you doing?” she hissed at me. “Listen Sue please, it’s not what you think, I’m not a pervert, just look at this” I knew Sue was an open. I know that I was. In fact, strangely, instead of jealously, I felt even more attracted to Katie. I can't to this day explain it. I have learned since that most men love to see two women together. But I have no idea why. We just do.My thoughts were interrupted when Abigail broke the kiss and stepped back. Then she reached down and swiftly pulled her tight skirt up to her waist. I gasped when I saw that she didn't have on anything under her skirt. She sat back down and spread her legs.Katie. Wolf whistles and lewd comments were the order of my first day.I seemed to draw an audience whenever I was re-stocking,all eyes on my heaving cleavage and milky white thighs. I found it hot in the factory and probably black bra and panties wasn't the best choice underneath my uniform. The thin fabric showed my undies off,I have always had trouble keeping zig and zag (my pet name for my boobs) in my bra at the best of times,escape artists!So when I was asked to retrieve a box of Kit Kats from a.