As the lights dimmed, he started stroking her thigh, sending signals through her nerve endings and she felt herself getting moist knowing what he woul... do next. Carefully, he kissed her neck, working from the nape to the crux of her ears and nibbling on the junction of her jaw. Bolder, he reached across, careful not to let anyone see, but the danger adding to the spice and gently rubbed the underside of her breast thru her top before slipping his fingers underneath and teasing the rosy nipple. With each correct response that Jack made to Gail’s direction, she patted him softly on his thigh, each tap getting imperceptibly higher. About thirty minutes into the session, Jean poked her head into the office, and though she thought it a bit odd that the pair were arranged so snugly, Jean had been around long enough to know that the ‘See No Evil’ edict was a good way to survive in the company for forty-one years. Besides, Jean reasoned, if she were twenty years younger, like Gail, she would. Her emerald irises, almost entirely taken over my her deep black pupils. I tugged her panties aside and allowed my fingers to trace along the folds of her pussy, parting them just enough to uncover her swelling clit - her whole body reacting as the cool air hit it. My middle finger eased between her pussylips, just to the first knuckle. Dipping slowly in and out. Then deeper, to run across the soft pad inside just behind her clit. Her breathing was short and sharp. She bit on her lower lip to. ”“I am a bit…” said Gary yawning. Breaking in next door, Gary lay down on demonstration King Size bed, whilst Steve went to get some food. Quickly falling asleep, Gary started to dream. Starting off normally enough, they quickly turned sexual, then highly erotic. In his dream he was still a man and fucking this gorgeous woman, he realised she looked like the woman in the hospital, the one in the mirror. Her pussy was so tight and welcoming and seemed to suck him in when he thrust his hips.