Emma crouched down in front of the open fridge and rummaged among the litre bottles of drink. "Oh, that's great! Nice cold air!" she said, pulling out...a carton of mango juice. She filled her glass, wiping her fingers over her T-Shirt. Slamming the fridge door, she turned, glass in hand to Lauren. "Want to try?" she asked, offering her glass.Lauren shrugged agreement and leaned forward, unwinding her legs. Emma inched forward between her knees and tilted the glass to her lips, causing her to. She told me to come and sit on the bed why on the step and I agreed and sat at the other side of the bed. She was wearing a yellow sari and a black blouse loose hair and was looking very sexy. I always wanted to have her but was afraid to ask her.I was thinking maybe today is the day, then she casually patted her left side of the bed and told me to sit here, wow I was so thrilled I went there immediately she started to cry and put her head to my shoulders, I was pacifying her not to cry and. I continue to watch this for I don’t know how long when all of a sudden they start moving and changing positions. I quickly get out of sight to not get caught watching just yet. When I hear them start moaning again I look around the corner again to see that the other woman is now on her back with her pussy facing me and my wife has joined her in the sixty-nine position. This other woman’s pussy is now in clear view to me and I can’t help but notice it’s an almost exact copy of how my wife’s. Being a guy, and an artist, I was always looking at people, mostly women for ideas on art projects that I could use as my memories would allow. Sharon did indeed get up from her desk, and carried a clip board over to where I was seated. She stopped just short of my knees and leaned toward me to show me where to sign yet another form, some consent thing, though I wasn’t looking at it, her cleavage was amazing, and where my eye naturally was drawn to. As I groped for the pen she was holding.