But I was a man, damn it, so what the hell were they doing on my chest?Forgetting the gun, my hands scrambled upwards, refusing to believe their touch...would find what my eyes already saw. They did though, the flesh I saw proved far too real beneath my fingertips. Soft and yielding, as perfect to touch as to the eye, each squeeze felt within and without. A sensation utterly alien, and yet strangely strangely arousing.“Non, non,” I said in a lifting, Soprano voice.There was something around my. Michael found himself getting hard.Michael smiled. "I'm surprised he didn't ask you out," he teased.Jen blushed. "Well, he did actually. I mean, he invited me to New York for the weekend." New York?" Yes. He has some parties this weekend — for work — and he invited me to go with him."Michael's interest was piqued. "What did you say?" I told him no, of course." Why?"Jen was dumbfounded. "Because I'm a married woman, remember?" To emphasize her point she held up her left hand with her wedding and. Tea was cold as always. Elsie was bloody miserable as always.“For half a bloody crown I’d send the lot of thee to workhouse,” I joked to lighten mood.“For half a crown I’d bloody go,” Elsie said moodily.“Mam our Dad offered five bob for me honour,” Lucy blurted out as she washed the coal dust off her while stripped to the waist by kitchen sink.“Some bloody hopes it must be long gone,” Elsie snapped.“No, no bugger’s had me our mam, ent no one as I fancy,” Lucy said, “Except Daddy.” “Now hang on. He had quite a long shaft for a fat man, which glistened in her juices. His shaven balls hung low and slapped against her clit with every thrust into her pussy. I had never imagined either of them in this position so to see the real thing was quite a shock.My cock started to swell and my pants tightened. I undid my trousers and freeing myself, I began to masturbate. I watched as Janet tweaked her erect nipples. Her tan lines were driving me insane. I imagined her in her bikini, barely able to.