Her husband works as an IT professional and works for long hours as I could see him coming late at night and drunk too sometimes. I had the feeling of...her not having the best life because of this. So I wanted to take my chance. It all started in separate scenarios.Once when I went to her house to deliver the post which was wrongly delivered in mine. I went and saw her door open. We were quite close and talking well by then and so I went inside.I called her and she replied from the bathroom. I. .." That's all right. Don't worry. I understand." Allison collected his empty tea cup as George got up. "Please give me a call if there's anything you need." Yes, of course," said George picking up the papers. "Well good afternoon Ms Callow." Oh, please," she said looking disappointed by his formality, "Allison." Ah. Umm," George was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. "Well. Good afternoon, err, Allison." She smiled, accepting the small triumph for as much as she was likely to gain,. He sucked gently and gradually sucked harder. “Ian please… Please.” She wanted an orgasm, she needed one. She was right on the brink of it just from him sucking on her breasts.Ian slid his hand into her panties, stoking her clit in small circular motions. Her hips were twirling in the same motion; she was moaning his name uncontrollably. Her hips started to buck as his teeth rolled her sensitive bud. “Oh, Ian!” She nearly screamed, her body quivering against his hand.She exhaled a large amount. "Okay, but I need some hand lotion or something," and Tina grabbed a bottle off her dresser and tossed it to me.So, following an age-old ritual, I ran a thin line of the lotion along my cock, then in time-honored fashion began masturbating for these five young girls. After a few minutes, three of them, my sister, Tina, Paula and Robin, each were rubbing themselves."Okay, girls, get close, here I go, UUH, UUH, UUH," and as we all know through our own experience, the familiar white globs of cum.