‘Shall we reconvene again at 4?’ Gratefully, she took the lifeline offered her. Mustering what composure and confidence she could, she patheticall... pulled the leather jacket around her, awkwardly adjusted the tight leather skirt and sashayed ridiculously out of the room. The heels seemed to cause her breasts to bounce and her behind to wriggle provocatively. To make things worse she had to run the gauntlet of the whole of the long table to leave the room. As she left the room, low wolf whistles. ’Hey Lady, can I ask how big your boyfriends wanger is?.’‘You rude fucker , well it is 13”,’ I told him.‘Foook, I love it, fucking married blonde I bet having some black dick…yeah,’ he laughed.‘Yeah well you lads buy us Ladies drinks now then,’ I told them.The lads bought us all drinks and they said did we want to visit the Glass ceiling night club? It sounded like fun and we all said yeah to that. We left the bar and clacked down the pavements on our high heels. We got lots of cheers and wolf. At one point I was lying on my side kissing Sandra and feeling her breasts which I am always fascinated by, with Phil at my back. Sandra stretched over to pull Phil in closer, and pulled on his cock to get it hard again. I could feel it rising against my naked backside. With the other hand she was touching my own cock at the top of her thighs; she pulled Phil in closer and his cock found my opening wetting it with a tickling sensation. Phil started rocking slowly and his cockhead went further. When I finished, I felt really awake and alive and full of energy.I was just reaching for my robe, when I heard the door open and someone come outside. I waited when I heard a couple of scuffing steps and then the faint sound of bare feet on grass. When Bambi came around the corner of the landscaping bed, I waved and she walked up the slight rise to join me."Breakfast will be ready in a little while," she said. "I'm making the sausage and egg casserole again. This time with freshly-grated.