She noticed his shirt had his name printed on it. Antje hadn't known her neighbor's name was Khen. She really didn't know anything, other than he must...work the docks to own a cargo-master jacket. The authorities didn't hand those out to anyone. It was like a badge of authority. "A station official," she realized, feeling unsettled. "Not a political appointee but part of the command staff." Feeling her confidence and dignity wane, she fell into a seat."Warming up?" He asked, sitting next to. My cock was soft, but the big fat head on it was holding it inside her delicious warmth.As I became fully conscious I could feel my manhood begin to stir as I ran back over the events of the previous evening. I couldn’t believe how my innocent little, Catholic school raised friend had turned into a sex-starved woman in front of my eyes. Mind you, I wasn’t complaining, but it was quite a shock! And now here I was experiencing another perfectly wonderful sensation with her. My cock was slowly. "We have a long day ahead of us, Danielle."Three-quarters of the way through my coffee, I'm brought up short."What do you mean?"Shela intended to bring me the rest of the way. Dressed as I was is onlythe beginning. Makeup will be next. For two hours, I sat in her chair.Powders and creams applied to my face creating the perfect vision thatShela desired. I spent most of this time admiring my legs jutting outfrom underneath my silk nightgown. The smells and taste of the makeupadded to my arousal.. I was not prepared for what happened next. Lauren’s hands loosened the strings of Jessica’s skimpy bikini. I watched as my wife’s bikini bottoms fell like a rag to the floor. Lauren’s hands were now exploring Jessica’s vulva. Moans escaped from Jessica as Lauren turned up the heat, rubbing her fingers over Jessica’s clit. I heard my wife let out even louder moans as Lauren stuck a finger inside her. Lauren had her pinned against the wall, simultaneously sucking her tits and fingering her..