Looking at Ben, her lips breathily open as a smile played over her face, Erika paused. Her display and how much she loved being watched had transfixed...him! She now made her fingers glide over the thong and then up over her taut stomach. Erika’s blouse had slid from one shoulder. She undid the last two buttons to let it slip off. Without hesitating, she unhooked the shape-hugging bra and tossed it aside.Erika picked up the glamour bra. Showing it to Ben before letting it drop on the desk, she. Allison and Greg went through their lists, and the kids all helped stuff, seal, address, and stamp envelopes.It was during that time that Greg made his last bitter comment about his ex-wife."Do you mind if we send an invitation to that rotten bitch?" he asked Allison. "I'm sure she won't come. I just want to taunt her."Allison laughed. "Your ex-wife is your concern. You do whatever you want."Greg grabbed an envelope, stuck an invitation in, then sealed and stamped it. The others watched in. Even if they'd stayed where they were—not moved—she'd have been going to a new school with lots of new people. Either way her classmates would be in the same boat as her, everything new, and low man on the social totem pole.The floral flower gel on the puff made copious lather as she worked it around her face and neck. When the stiff crinkled yellow plastic traveled over her breasts and brushed her nipples, that queasy sort of nervous feeling started in her tummy. But it wasn't really her. Sensing the closeness of her excited young pussy, his cock thickened and lengthened, straining to be free from restraining thin material of his trousers, aching to fill her tight little Asian hole. I looked at her face, the face of the girl I loved, her eyes closed, biting her lip, her cute face creased with ecstasy, the look I had only seen when I fucked her. Jeffrey’s face was that of a man mid fuck, the face of a predator refusing to let his prey go. His eyes were lowered to the back of her.