" Dawn sat on the big, heavy wood chair in front of his cluttered desk, crossedher knees, showing a little more thigh than usual, and said: "Richard,I...know you're new in town and are probably alone this SuperBowl weekend; Iam, too, and I, um, I've got a nice color TV at home and was wondering if you'dcare to come over Sunday afternoon and watch the game? That's if you're notdoing anything else. My roomate is gone for the weekend and . . . ." She gave him her warmest 'come-hither' smile and took. He repeated the massage, his thumbs running up either side of the panties, brushing the outsides of her vaginal lips which were radiating warmth, the material getting damper after every stroke her arousal becoming more obvious all the time, her musky smell filling his lungs as he took a deep breath.To spur things on Lynn regaled a story of how his touches reminded her of a time she had almost orgasmed during a massage at a Spa and Chris felt more than obliged to give her a repeat of that. Then they stripped off their panties, leaving them totally naked.After standing there for several minutes like an idiot, I crawled onto the bed and slipped between them. As soon as I was lying down, I turned to Sandy and took her in my arms, bringing my lips to hers. I felt Jessica snuggle up to my back, pressing her breasts to me. Her hand slid across my hip and reached between us to caress me as her lips kissed the side of my neck. I kissed Sandy for a while then turned over and kissed. My dick started to stir in my pants but I quickly realized this had to be some kind of "you'll never get this again" outfit. She looked angry and very determined. I invited her to take a seat and she did."So what is it that you wanted to say Melinda?" How could you do that to me? Do you know how I felt when I walked in on that slut blowing you? I thought that we had something. I thought we had something special. You're a fucking asshole". By the end of her tirade she had gone from anger to.