She then asked me would you like a coffee I said sure so she went to her kitchen and made me a coffee on returning with my coffee she said gosh it col... in here and went across to her fire bent over with her back to me to switch it on.... Wow as she was leaning over I could see her pussy.... Well I could not hold my-self back and I touch it lightly with my finger....She didn't move or jump so I carried on stroking her warm pussy, Then she stood up turn to me and said the most amazing words to. The texts then progressed to serious sexual flirting, bordering on cyber foreplay. Sometimes her husband would catch her playing with her clitoris reading one of his texts or emails and on one occasion he found her forcing a vibrator inside her pussy while she stared at a photograph of his cock, which from the photograph appeared to a most impressive weapon. The sexual bantering had progressed to where they were now waiting for the address for his wife to go and visit her soon to be lover and. He did start to stir while I was following an enticing pair of buttocks. I began to remember At one time I was proud of my nine inches. But with the wife ailing I had almost forgotten. Her name, from her name tag, was Heather. She looked to be in her early thirties. Her boobs were nice and round and reminded me of half grapefruits. Sandy blond hair and lips that were meant for pleasure. She directed me to a room down the hall. “Okay Mr Carter,” she handed me a gown, “Remove your outside shorts. Charlotte followed Clarissa down the steps, to a more inviting place than she’d expected. It was well-lit with subtly attractive decor and the people inside were indeed wearing no clothes. The large black gentleman at the door was also naked (or at least what was visible over the counter). ‘We’ll have to leave our clothes here,’ Clarissa announced. The two girls undressed and handed their clothes to the gentleman. Charlotte was about to retrieve her handbag, but Clarissa signalled that it.