So here we could say: her genitals. See her genitals.''And you would have done?''Done what?''Wanted to see them?''I already told you, no point in watc...ing a woman strip if you can’t see how she is between her legs.''Ah.' He doesn't have to open his eyes to know what's happening again elsewhere.The pre-cum must surely be bubbling now.She says, softly: 'I see her mouth, is it full lipped? Her smile, is it warm? Her eyes, are they welcoming? I look at her tits, are they generous, are they firm?. So tell me about your week. How many? How many girls and how many times? It’s completely obvious. Start with today, if you’re struggling to remember.”“Well,” I had to drag the confession out of myself, “three girls,” I admitted. “Five times, I think...” It sounded ridiculous.“Alright,” Tessa had made her point. “I don’t suppose you realise how involved you’ve been with your precious factory over the last year? I’ve been quite cut off from you. Compared to when you were messing about in the. Talking to Neil was easy, he was charming, engaging; interested in me. He asked about me and my life as a nurse. I told him that I was passionate about my work, had been in nursing for 10 years and loved running a ward. He complemented my blond hair and slim figure. Neil talked about his half finished novels, there were two apparently, both about lost love and angst. Time and gin had flowed effortlessly past. "Shall I walk you to your room?" he enquired. The doors of the life closed shut, my. As Rob was watching us I met his eye, glanced at the growing lump in his jeans, and nodded unspoken message passed between us.Janette looked up “Hi Rob.” she said, as she reached for the other strap to her top and pulled it down. I squeezed her breasts, playing with her nipples. Rob walked towards us, a hard bulge pushing at the front of his jeans as he unzipped inches from Janette’s face. Rob’s thick cock popped free from his underwear. “Suck it.” I told Janette.